"The hotel messed up the reservation." Dad took a deep breath trying to get the anger out of his voice.
"Well, what now?" Mom looked at him as though he could storm up to the front desk and get the situation changed.
"We have a room. But it is just a room with two beds. We will have to all share."
"They didn't have anything else?" Dad took another deep breath and shook his head.
My twin brother and I looked at each other and made disgusted faces. Brady spoke up, "does that mean I have to share a bed with her." He pointed at me and I made another face at him.
"Yes, Brady. If we want to continue our vacation you will. The hotel doesn't have any other rooms available. And apparently none of the other ones around here do either."
Mom went to say something but Dad gave her a look that made her lips come together and she bowed her head then smiled, "it'll be fun. Like when you guys were kids, all of us sharing a room."
Brady looked over at me and gave a sly smile. The looks of disgust and him pretending as though sharing a bed with me was terrible was a ruse. Brady and I had started sharing a bed a, at least for a couple of hours, a while ago. His girlfriend had broken it off with him. Stating that she had decided that she wasn't ready to settle down. He was devastated. He came to me heartbroken and not knowing what to do with his life. For a while, he would come in and just lay with me. I would comfort and console him. We would talk and watch movies together. At first we only watched comedies but Brady stated that he was tired of those and started choosing different types of movies.
We were laying in bed. Brady always cuddled up to my side as I laid propped against my pillows on my back. His head would rest on my shoulder and his arm draped over my middle. We were watching the first one Brady picked that wasn't a comedy. The actors were in a steamy situation that seemed to be going on forever. I could feel his breath quicken as the people on screen groped and kissed each other. I kept my breathing reasonable not wanting Brady to catch on that the scene was having an effect on me.
I wiggled a bit to get more comfortable and as I did my thigh pressed against him. I could feel his hardness. His cock now poked out of the pajama pants he wore. The scene was having a lot of effect on him. His hand gripped my hip and I glanced at him. He hadn't taken his eyes off the screen but I could see his lips pressed together. The scene continued with the actors now in full on sex mode. His hand gripped my hip tighter. I moved my hand down to his and he loosened his grip. I looked at him again. The scene was having the same effect on me and it had seemed like forever since I had gotten laid.
I knew Brady hadn't gotten any since he broke up with his girlfriend. I moved his hand between my legs. I thought that if I could feel what the movie was doing to him it was only fair that he felt what it was doing to me. He didn't flinch his hand back, but rested it so that his fingers pressed against the thin pajama shorts I wore and my hardening clit. I moved my hand and placed it around the shaft of his cock. Neither one of us looked at each other. Neither one of us moved our hands. We didn't speak. Our eyes glued to the screen as our hips began to use each others' hands.
I slowly moved my hips up and down causing his fingers to run along my clit as he pumped his hips slowly into my hand. His fingers felt so good on me. It was hard not to moan or say something but I was afraid he would stop if I did. I kept my eyes on the T.V. as did he. The only sounds were the sounds of our quickening breath. My body began to tremble as my orgasm hit. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I felt his hips give one final thrust into my hand and then the warmth of his seed hit my leg.
We laid there a minute still not speaking but removed our hands from each other. He finally cleared his throat, "be back." I watched him get up and leave and wondered if he would actually come back. He did with a hand towel and proceeded to wipe the mess away from my leg. I pressed my lips together to hold back a laugh. He threw the towel on to the floor and sat back on the bed. We finished the movie without addressing what happened. When it was over he looked at me, "well, um, good night, Becca."
"Good night Brady."
We usually sat and talked about the film we just watched but I was relieved that we didn't. I wondered if he would continue to watch movies with me after tonight as I watched him walk out the door.
He did come back the next night and we pretended to watch a movie for a while but soon enough our hands were in the same positions as the night before except this time we jacked each other off. This continued for a while. We stopped picking movies. We would keep the T.V. on to mask the sounds of us touching each other but we never paid attention.
We hadn't had sex yet. But that changed one afternoon when we were home alone. Brady was being an annoying brother. Poking and prodding, grabbing things out of my hand, chasing me around the house. I played along with it for a while but grew tired of it quickly and told him he had better stop.
"Or what?"
"I'll kick your ass."
He laughed. We were twins but he was still bigger than I am and thought he could take me. We had both grown up in the dojo and I ranked higher than he did. Neither one of us went anymore but the muscle memory was still there. I took my stance and motioned for him to come at me. He did and soon enough I had him pinned to the floor, pinching and tickling him like he had been doing to me.
"What are you going to do now?"
"This."
He thrust his hips and turned at the same time toppling me over. I landed flat on my back. My knees in the air. My skirt pushed up to my waist. He stopped the play fighting and spread my legs wider. I giggled as he stared at my bare pussy. Looking back up at him, I whispered, "what are you going to do now?"
He shook his head and looked at me. I watched as he moved himself and gasped as I felt his mouth on me. His tongue flicked across my clit, "Oh god Brady." My hands went to his head as he continued; placing his tongue in as far as it would go and then slowly moving his tongue back up. My hips thrust up as he sucked my clit into his mouth, "yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck Brady you're going to make me come." He sucked just a little harder, flicking his tongue across me as he did. My hands pressed into his head harder as my body trembled and shook. He pulled away as my body started to calm down. He sat down on the couch and stared at me as he wiped my juices from his chin. I smiled, "my turn."
I sat up and came between his legs tugging at his shorts. He lifted his hips up so I could get them down. As soon as his cock was in sight, I ran my tongue along the shaft, moving down to his balls then back up to the tip before taking him inside my mouth. I looked up as I slowly lowered my head, getting him down my throat. I gave his cock a squeeze before moving my head up and down on him. His hands came into my hair and pulled it back, "Jesus fuck Becca."
I pulled up and allowed his cock to fall from my mouth. I smiled up at him, "thank you." I gave a wink before greedily taking all of him back down my throat. I moaned around him as he began to thrust into me, pulling back enough if I needed air or to spit.
"Oh God, Becca. I'm going to come."
I pulled my head up and wrapped my hand around his cock. I looked up at him as I spit on the head of his cock. I opened my mouth and bounced him off my tongue before placing him back in my mouth and swallowing his seed.
As we pulled away from each other, we heard the front door and mom yell, "Rebecca, Brady! Come help with these groceries."
I stared at Brady as I wiped spit from my chin and stood up, "come on. You heard the woman."
Brady got up, quickly pulling his shorts up as we went to help mom. She looked at us quizzically, "what have you two been up to. You look like you just ran a race. And what's on your shirt?"
I looked down to see spit drying on the material and shrugged, "water I guess. And Brady was being an asshole. So I had to kick his ass."
Mom shook her head, "don't you guys start all that play fighting. I won't have it."
"Yes, ma'am." We said in unison.
That night there was no doubt what was going to happen. Brady quickly came into my room and shut the door. He hadn't bothered putting on clothing. I flipped the blankets off of me, revealing that I had also not bothered to put on pajamas. Brady smiled as he came and laid down on top of me kissing my face. I moaned as his lips went down to my neck. He paused and looked at me, "where did you learn how to give head like that. It was amazing."
"From Dad."
I couldn't help but laugh as I saw his face turn to pure surprise.
"I'm joking. I don't know, but thank you. I guess I've picked up some pointers along the way."
