Double Blind 1

Squick Alert:

Contains consensual sibling incest.

This is my entry for the

Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024

. Please don't hesitate to rate/vote, comment, and save it to read again and again. I appreciate all the reader engagement I can get.

All characters engaging in sex are over the age of eighteen.

All of the characters, sororities, and events are figments of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is coincidental and unintentional.

Let's lock and load, it's showtime...awooo.

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A nice, quiet Saturday afternoon. That's all I wanted. Nothing but me, Spotify, and

Euro Truck Simulator 2

. A few hours of driving through virtual Europe to decompress from a long week at work.

I turned the computer on and let it boot up while I headed to the refrigerator to grab a couple of bottles of iced tea. I could hear Evan in his room, issuing orders. It sounded like he was playing

Call of Duty

.

I waited until my antivirus finished updating before starting the simulator. Once it loaded, I brought up the job marketplace and selected the first entry. Farm equipment from Tallinn, Estonia to Cardiff.

After confirming it, the game took me to the driving screen. Following the GPS, I made the pickup and hit the road to the sound of Albert Cummings ripping through "500 Miles." I could tell this was going to be a great session.

Around an hour and a half later, I pulled into a little combination truck stop/rest area to sleep. It gave me a chance to hit the bathroom, grab some more tea, and stretch.

Evan was reaming some poor bastard's ass because he didn't do something he was supposed to. I tried not to laugh. Outside of gaming, he was one of the friendliest guys I knew. Give him a headset and a keyboard, he turned into the love child of Genghis Khan and General George Patton. No sympathy, no pity, and no mercy.

Before I could get the headphones on to resume my game, I heard the apartment door unlock. Two familiar voices followed.

"I bet they're sleeping. I don't hear Evan screaming." Jess Miramontes, Evan's very grown little sister and the star of my erotic dreams and fantasies.

"Give it a second." That would be Nicole, my younger sister and pretty much my favorite human.

Right on cue, Evan blew up. "Are you fucking kidding me, Spicer? How? How could you miss that?" Silence. "I'm out. I can't do this today." It sounded like he threw the headset against the wall. Good thing we hung a tapestry, originally to cover up a hole from a previous tantrum but it now acted as a target to aim at.

I stepped out of my room just as the bathroom door closed. In the kitchen, an amazing ass in tight shorts was bent over in front of the open refrigerator. I could stare at Jess' ass all day long and never get bored.

I felt my cock twitch in my shorts and I wished I had picked up my phone before I came out. Those shorts were tight and the hem had started to crawl its way north, exposing the curves of her ass cheeks. Damn, that ass was incredible. Too bad Evan was my best friend. If she were anyone else's sister, I would have gladly sacrificed that friendship for a shot at it.

Behind me, doors opened simultaneously and I heard the wrong voice. "Hey, bro. How goes the slaughter?"

"Hey, Jess. Don't ask," Evan laughed.

Nicole straightened up and turned in time to see me turn red and try to adjust my chubby friend. I just had on gym shorts, I wasn't planning on going out so I didn't get dressed after my shower this morning. It felt pretty obvious.

Both girls were dressed in workout clothes and had the look of having just worked out. Evan was dressed identically to me, a pair of shorts and no shirt.

"Hi, David. Jess needed to go and there's too many creeps at the gym today." Jess' shorts weren't any bigger than Nicole's. Watching her ass cheeks jiggle as she gave Evan a hug did nothing to kill my incipient boner.

"That and Nicole needs to ask a favor." Jess gave me a hug next. Her nipples were just barely poking out under the T-shirt and sports bra. Her chest was every bit the work of art her ass was. I deliberately turned so I couldn't see her bend over to dig a drink out of the refrigerator.

Nicole gave me an air hug, leaving a gap between us as we kissed each other's cheek. "Sorry, I'm all sweaty."

Evan was her next stop on her way to the living room, and I noticed that he not so subtly admired my sister's ass as she walked to the sofa and flopped down. Jess followed her a minute later.

We stood, waiting for the question. The university's football team had their first home game next week so I was expecting to get roped into helping their sorority get ready for the Friday night party beforehand.

As seniors, they were on the planning committee for the Mu Delta Tau sorority. It was an assignment they didn't take lightly, they had a long and storied history to live up to. Neither one of us had ever been invited to a party there but they were epic by public consensus.

"It was your idea, you ask." First, they had to play a game. Whichever brother lost his shit first, their sister had to ask the favor. Evan shifted his weight and I made myself comfortable. This could take a while.

The girls went back and forth, arguing good naturedly about whose responsibility it was. We just sat there, saying nothing. Eventually, one of them would get around to it.

When they did, I was partially correct. It did involve Mu Delta Tau, just not the football game.

"We really need your help. It's for the Halloween Masquerade Ball." Nicole lost a best of five rock-paper-scissors showdown.

"I'm not catering to a bunch of stuck-up bitches all night." Evan shook his head and Jess giggled.

"I wouldn't ask you to do that." Nicole gave us her doe-eyed look.

"The hell you wouldn't. Ain't no rich pretty boy going to do it so that leaves us."

"Actually, what we need for you to do is more important." Jess chimed in, just a little too upbeat for my taste.

"Oh, shit, dude. They're going as

Beauty and the Beast

and they need us ugly guys." I elbowed Evan and we laughed. "No."

"No. Not exactly." Nicole was getting frustrated.

"

Phantom

?

Hunchback

? I'm not getting the crap beat out of me. No." Evan waved his hands emphatically.

"Stop it, both of you, and listen to me. We need somebody the sisters who don't have partners can dance with. Somebody who won't hit on them or try to grab their ass. You'll be in costume with a full mask. They won't know who you are or what you look like." Nicole blurted it out at close to light speed.

"You know how to act in public and you can actually carry on a conversation using big words." Jess picked it up as Nicole caught her breath. "You're both musicians, you have good rhythm. We'll teach you the dances, there's only three. We'll buy the costumes, you can pick the color."

"We're not dancers and I'm not wearing tights." Not without a cucumber taped to my leg, anyway.

"It's Victorian, so it's formal wear. It's two simple group dances and then nothing but waltzes. You can count to three, right?" Nicole's sarcasm could never be described as understated.

"Yes. How many dances are we talking?"

Jess thought for a minute. "More than one and less than all of them. Maybe ten?"

I looked at Evan, he looked at me, we looked at the girls, and they broke out in smiles. Only under the penalty of death would I ever admit to either one of them that we weren't really going to say no. But we were going to make them work for it.

How bad could it be, really?

Mu Delta Tau was one of those sororities that defied modern expectations. Sure, it was ethnically and racially diverse. Its members were from the entire socioeconomic spectrum. There were the cheerleaders, the brainiacs, and the politically inclined. They were very much body positive and pro-women.

The only thing you wouldn't find would be the photogenically challenged. There wasn't a single Mu who could be considered less than "hot." I never heard a single person say they were actively discouraged from pledging. The less attractive girls just seemed to gravitate to the other sororities. In fairness, there were a few "dimes" that didn't make the cut, either. It almost never took very long to figure out why.

"So that's a yes, then?" Nicole already knew the answer.

We looked at each other and broke out in an off-key rendition of "I'm Just a Gigolo," until Jess threw a pillow at us.

"You're not getting paid." Nicole was quick to remind us.

"I'll settle for alcohol and a hottie that's into anonymous bathroom sex." It sounded better in my head, I promise.

Their laughter was a little forced. "Dream on."

"What are the other two dances?" Evan quickly changed the subject.

"It's called a quadrille. Four couples dance a choreographed routine. Very little touching other than hands. It's a little bit like a line dance. It's going to be very simple."

"What did they do last year?" I remembered it was a masquerade ball then, too.

"They went around to the frat houses and asked for volunteers. They either got too drunk or too grabby. We wanted to do it differently. We're the only two on the committee who aren't attached. Some of our sisters wanted to dance but don't have dates. You won't get out of line. You won't be the only ones dancing, the other girls' dates will help out."

I wanted to ask what happened to their boyfriends but after my last attempt at humor bombed, I wisely shut up.

"We're going home to shower and we'll be back later for your first lesson. We'll even bring food."

"Cool. We'll be here."

The girls stood up and dispensed the usual hug and cheek kiss, and we walked them to the door. Evan went back to his room and I heard a different game start up. A few seconds later, he was blasting away at zombies or aliens.

I went back and picked up my game from where I had paused it. Spotify decided to go morose on me, which suited me just fine. It simply mirrored my new mood.

Jess was amazing. She was smart, funny, unpredictable in a good way, and easily one of the most beautiful girls I knew. We got along great, almost as well as I did with Nicole. The only problem was that she didn't feel the same way about me.

As if the game sensed my mood, it rained all the way into Cardiff. I was late because of a detour and I got a speeding violation, just to add some more bad mojo. I dropped the trailer and found a place to park and save my progress.

Spending time with Jess and Nicole was always the highlight of the week. With only a few weeks before Halloween to get ready, I hoped we would see them more than once a week.

Evan was still shooting things, I could hear the sound effects during the quieter parts of the music he had turned up. I briefly wondered if he had the same feelings toward Nicole. She liked him, I had no doubt about that, but only as friends.

That train of thought jumped the tracks and I found myself remembering the episode from this morning. It wasn't like I hadn't seen Nicole bent over before. I had always looked away anytime I saw her in a less than flattering position. She was my sister and my friend. I couldn't do that to her.

I also couldn't deny I appreciated the view before I knew who it was. I was still twitching when I thought about how her ass looked in those shorts, the swell of her ass cheeks stretching the fabric, the bulge her labia were causing as the fabric stretched. My sister was fucking hot. She was yet another girl I had no shot at because she was family.

I met plenty of women at school and at work. Opportunity wasn't the problem. They didn't really interest me. Evan liked to remind me that I had a thing for unattainable girls and that my standards were too high. I had no problem reminding him that he was the same way. Neither of us had had a girlfriend since we graduated from college. Even then, it was a superficial relationship.

The sound of an incoming text startled me out of my reflection. They were on their way so I put on underwear and a shirt. When I wandered out into the living room, Evan had put on a shirt as well. I wasn't about to ask about anything else.

The girls showed up a few minutes late, bearing gifts of Chinese. The restaurant had been uncharacteristically busy. We didn't mind because, for some unknown reason, their food was always better when they were swamped.

We were lectured over dinner about the etiquette and history of the Mu Delta Tau Ball. Halloween parties are a big deal in the fraternities and sororities on campus, with most being held at the chapter house. Mu's was so large, they rented space at the hotel just off campus.

It was a safe move, for the most part. As sororities go, Mu was very tame. They enforced strict standards of behavior, both on and off campus. Nationwide, members could be found at every level of government and in many Fortune 500 boardrooms. Alumni often attended the ball, which was known for its attention to period authenticity. Next to the Winter Festival, it was THE party to be at.

The importance of putting on a good show wasn't lost on us. Nicole and Jess had been given an incredible opportunity. I knew that neither one of us would ever want to fuck that up.

After we ate, we moved the furniture out of the way to begin our quadrille lessons. They had broken it down into sections, since some of the steps were done more than once. It really wasn't that complicated. We would perform each section with every couple before going to the next. Every now and then, I would goof with Evan just to have a good laugh. We were careful not to overdo it, though.

After an hour and a half, we took a break before beginning our waltz lessons. I wasn't worried about that part so much because Nicole had been in ballroom dance for years as a kid and she was in the competitive ballroom dance club in high school. She had somehow managed to turn me into a practice partner over the years.

Going by the way Jess and Evan were moving, he had suffered the same fate. It wasn't long before muscle memory kicked in and we were gliding around without mowing each other down. Nicole wasn't impressed, we ended up going for another ninety minutes before calling it a night. I thought we did great. They did not.

"You're rusty. Both of you. We've got a lot of work to do before you're ready."

"We're not that bad," Evan protested.

"You're not but you need to be a lot better. Some of the girls you'll be dancing with still dance competitively. You need to be able to keep up." Jess waggled her finger at him. "I know you can dance better than that."

Evan just looked embarrassed and I willed Nicole to hold her tongue. I would have had better luck asking Santa for a '59 Les Paul.

"She's right. You're too stiff." Evan choked back a laugh.

I probably wasn't going to hear the end of that for a while. "It's been a while." I regretted it immediately.

"That's what she said," was followed by a grunt as Jess elbowed Evan.

"We've got a few weeks, we'll get you where you need to be." Jess patted Evan on the chest.

They helped move the furniture back before heading home. They promised to be back tomorrow afternoon around two for more lessons and practice, as well as measuring for the costumes. They knew someone who did alterations and they wanted to get that part done as soon as possible.

We both went with the black and gold trim costumes, since it was formal. We also opted for Chelsea boots, they would be more comfortable than authentic boots, not to mention cheaper. Jess placed the order online.

We walked them out and saw them off. Back in the apartment, Evan immediately went back to shooting alien zombies and listening to music. I went back to my room and fooled around with my acoustic until I got sleepy, when I went to bed. Evan went to bed shortly after that.

I woke up Sunday morning with an erection that wouldn't quit. I ended up getting rid of it in the shower. I usually waited until we had done our weekly cleaning to take one but this was one persistent boner. Jess could have had an IUD and been on the pill, I still would have knocked her up with the load I shot.

It didn't take long to get the apartment clean, we were careful about not letting it get too bad. Not that we had that many visitors.

The girls showed up around noon, dressed comfortably. After hugs and hellos, we moved things out of the way and began quadrille practice, adding another couple of steps to what we had covered yesterday. The movements weren't that difficult, it was memorizing the order that proved to be a challenge.

After a couple of hours of that, we took a bathroom break. Jess and Nicole had a muted conversation in the kitchen while Evan was in the bathroom and I looked out the window. The exercise leggings the girls were wearing were distracting, to put it politely.

While they were huddled in conversation, it occurred to me that from behind, they were almost impossible to tell apart. Growing up, they constantly traded clothes back and forth. Without a face or a voice, I wasn't entirely sure I could tell the difference.

When Evan finally finished, we started on the waltz. This time, Jess was my partner. For the next hour, all we heard was:

"Straighten up."

"Stop slouching."

"Smoother, you're too stiff."

"You're lagging. One, two, three. Not one, two," long pause, "three."

"Follow the music. You're trying to rush it. Flow with it."

We took another break after an hour. When we resumed, Nicole was my new partner. Same shit, though. I didn't remember the practice sessions as a kid being this strict.

"Arm, David. Quit dropping your shoulder. You're dragging your foot. Slide, Evan. Will you straighten up?" The only thing they didn't do was call us maggots or make us drop and give them twenty.

The torture finally ended around four-thirty. "That was a little better. You still need a lot of work, though."

"What's with the drill sergeant routine? It's a fucking costume party, not a competition." I was just a little cranky at that point.

"It's important to me, David. Like we told you, some of the girls do dance competitively and I don't want you embarrassed. For the last couple of years, the ball has been disappointing because of the lack of quality dancers." I had expected Nicole to get mad but she didn't.

"This is our chance to make a difference. For some of them, it's like their Cinderella moment. A chance to dance with the prince while everyone else watches." Jess explained. "We're putting on a show. We want it to be the best it can be. A lot of people are counting on us."

"Maybe cut us a little slack? It's the end of October, not tomorrow morning. We haven't had to do this in a few years. I'm doing the best I can." Evan was pretty hangry, too.

"We're done for today. We'll be back on Tuesday for a couple of hours. Let's get something to eat and watch a movie or something."

"If you start criticizing my chewing technique --" Evan poked Jess in the side, making her squeak, and we all laughed.

We had plenty of leftover Chinese, which we warmed up quickly. It wasn't long before we were back to laughing and teasing each other again.

Movie time found the four of us on the extra-long sofa we had found on Craigslist. Evan sat on one end, Jess next to him, while I sat on the other with Nicole leaning against me.

When it came to movies, I preferred the ones featuring car chases, explosions, and lots of tits and ass. That wasn't what we watched so I sort of fell asleep.

I woke up toward the end of the movie. At some point, my arm had ended up around Nicole's shoulders and she was curled up into me. Jess had stretched out with her head on Evan's leg and he was absentmindedly playing with a lock of her hair.