Sib Games

I was guiding my brother's cock inside me.

His thick, spongy tip was splitting my lips, forcing me open, spearing my dripping pussy. His sister's pussy.

I didn't care that our friends would see us as soon as they picked themselves up off the floor. I didn't care that I was off my pill and totally unprotected. I I didn't even care that it was my brother's beautiful cock stretching me open.

If I'm honest, I was happy that it was my brother's cock. It's the only cock I wanted.

"Skye! What are you-"

I moaned for more, pushing my ass back until I felt his mushrooming glans bump against my cervix, totally oblivious to Larry gingerly standing up only a meter away.

Because it didn't matter who saw. I didn't care who knew. I was doing it. I was fucking my brother. His burning hot cock was in me, stretching me, fucking me.

Already pushing me towards unexplored territory, the depravity, every inch of my body on fire with the urge to...

OOOGAH! OOOGAH!

The noise of the siren was earsplitting. The pile of bodies in front of me groaned again, giving up their efforts to untangle themselves as they desperately covered their ears. Tim stiffened behind me. A sudden moment of clarity brought on by the shocking noise, and then, a heartbeat later, I felt an aching emptiness as he pulled his shining cock out of me.

"Contestants! Your time is up!"

I was on all fours, panting, my nightie hitched up over my waist to expose my dripping sex and recently gaped asshole, like a whore. A brother fucking whore.

I looked over my shoulder. What I saw broke my heart.

Tim was looking at me like a stranger.

And worse than that, something else, something that cut me deeper than I knew possible. My twin, my protector, my big brother, was scared. Terrified. Of me. Of who I had become.

--

When I was twelve I fell out of the tree in our back yard. It seemed big at the time but everything does at that age.

Anyway, it was a big enough fall to do some damage. The doctor said I was lucky, it could have been worse. I didn't feel lucky at the time. Six weeks I was in that cast. A whole summer gone, puff, when one branch snapped.

The crazy thing is, Tim knew it had happened. I don't mean he saw it. He wasn't even at home when I fell. He just knew.

That's the thing with twins, something other people don't understand, our freaky little connection.

Sometimes, with twins, we just know.

--

The losers were marched away from the mansion at gunpoint. Some begging, other screaming, however they went, none went willingly.

The lucky ones, the winners, we knew the routine. Split from out teammates, herded into the showers, scoured then dressed in fresh silk nighties.

Standing in a hushed silence beneath the great glass piggy bank. Watching the money tumble in. Wondering if the riches could help us forget what we'd done and who we'd become.

"Skye?"

"Oh, Tim. Hey."

"Are you coming to bed?"

All around us couple were breaking off towards their bunks.

"Umm...I'll be there in moment. I think I'm going to stay up a little while."

Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe Tim did look relieved.

"Right, okay, cool."

I watched Tim traipse over to our bunk and climb the ladder, hoping in vain that he'd turn around and throw me a bone, however small.

"Come on, Dwight." Lisa asked, tugging on her brother's hand.

Dwight glanced around and caught my eye. "I think I'll stay with Skye, you know, make sure she's safe."

"Skye's fine, she can take-"

"That would be nice," I cut in, grateful for some company that wasn't my brother, "thanks Dwight."

Lisa shrugged but her voice betrayed her irritation, "suit yourself."

The lights dimmed in the dormitory hall and we were alone, suddenly awkward beneath the soft golden glow of the piggy bank.

"Come on," I said, tearing my eyes away from the pig's leering face, "that thing gives me the heebee-geebee's."

--

"Was I right or was I wrong?"

Dwight and I sat side by side on an empty bunk, our legs swinging off the edge as we looked out over the dark hall below us.

"About what?" Dwight asked nervously.

"The deal with your sister. The things I said during Milk and Cookies. You've thought about her that way before, haven't you?"

"The casual manner in which you bring up this topic, it makes me edgy, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Whatever," I sighed, "we don't have to talk."

My mind raced over the events of the past few days. I thought I needed space to think but thinking didn't seem to be helping.

Dwight broke through my brooding with a sudden babble. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Huh? I dunno. No."

Dwight fiddled nervously beside me. "Any pets?"

"No."

We lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.

"Okay, let me ask you this," Dwight steeled himself like a talk show host about to probe for a big scoop, "what's your favourite food?"

I laughed softly. "Pizza."

"Cool. Pepperoni? I'm more of a ham and pineapple guy myself. I know, I know, a lot of people say it isn't right to mix fruit and..."

"You don't talk to a lot of girls, do you?"

Maybe I was a little blunt but I had to shut him up somehow, he was giving me a headache and what I really needed was some space to think.

"No. Not really."

Dwight's hangdog expression was pitiful but I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

"You want to talk? Let's talk. When did you lose your virginity?"

"I'm not going to...I don't think that's..." Dwight stammered.

"I was sixteen."

"Oh boy."

"Great guy. Hayden Summers. Not much of a kisser but he made up for it. Fucked me on the trunk of his Volkswagen Beetle. I know, romantic, right? Meh, it could have been worse. A lot worse."

My confession hung in the air between us for a long minute.

"I've never...I'm a..."

Of course he was. Yeah, I felt bad but he did kind of push me to it.

"A virgin," filled in a familiar voice beneath us.

Dwight and I both leant forward to find Akari smiling up at us from the bunk below.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Akari said, climbing up to join us, "so am I."

"You are?" Dwight and I asked in unison.

"Sure. There's a lot of fun you can have without doing THAT, y'know. I'm saving it for someone special...some day."

I appraised the mischievous elfin girl with fresh eyes as she twirled a pigtail around her finger whimsically. My thoughts turned back to the nervous geek beside me and the suggestive movements we'd seen beneath his duvet that very morning.

"So, this morning, on your bunk, when we saw..."

Dwight wrung his hands violently. "It wasn't...we weren't..."

"Relax," Akari said with surprising softness, "we're your friends."

"Really? I've never been friends with girls before."

"Well you are now," I said firmly, "and friends share."

"A problem shared," Akari smiled, taking Dwight's sweaty palm in hers, "is a problem halved. Probably."

Dwight looked from Akari to me, his eyes full of emotion, teetering on the edge of a revelation. I took his other hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "It's okay."

"It's...ever since...that blasted game..." Dwight choked out the words, "she's obsessed!"

"With what?"

"With IT!" Dwight gestured with his eyes towards his crotch. "Tim did something to her, changed her biochemistry and rewired her neurons, he unlocked something. It's like Jekyll and Hyde but she's all Hyde!"

I vividly remembered Lisa sucking enthusiastically on my brother's cock. Her uncharacteristic abandon. My gnawing jealousy.

"That night, after the Milk and Cookies, she wouldn't stop bugging me to try again. She said it was practice, incase she needed it in another round, but it didn't feel like practice. It felt like...like she NEEDED it. I was scared, Skye. I'm so tired of being scared."

Akari and I wrapped out arms around Dwight's bony shoulders as he started sobbing between us.

"You don't need to be scared," Akari soothed, "it's totally normal."

"Is it?" Dwight hiccuped, "when it's your sister?"

I remembered the fear in the Tim's eyes only hours before. The horror on his face when he'd seen my true self, my base animal lust.

"I heard Lisa in the closet during sardines," Akari continued, "did she...practice there too?"

Now Akari mentioned it, I had heard some strange things from the other side of the cupboard. I remembered Lisa's excited squeak, "where did THAT come from?"

"It's these hooting boxer shorts," Dwight moaned, "they don't keep anything tucked away."

"You must have it worse than most," Akari agreed sympathetically.

"What with all the jiggling and the squeezing and the oopsie-daisying, it just slipped out. And Lisa was so close, there just wasn't any room. She must have thought I WANTED her to feel it, I guess, but I didn't mean to, I promise."

"We believe you," I said softly, remembering my own predicament in the cupboard.

"I thought she was putting it away for me but she didn't let go, she did that thing she does, the stroking and the swirling, and the problem just got worse."

I recalled how I'd struggled with Dwight's massive schlong and winced, imagining how it must have intruded in the cramped space of the closet.

"Do you remember the seeker outside the closet? I couldn't say anything, I couldn't stop her, and the problem just kept getting bigger and bigger until...until...until the problem rose up under Lisa's nightie."

"So that was why she yelped!" Akari said, joining the dots. "Did it go in her...?"

Dwight shook his head violently. "No...I didn't mean it...it was an accident...I promise...it wouldn't...fit. For the first time in my life I thanked Megatron that I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak," I said, my eyes falling unconsciously to the outline of his schlong in his boxer shorts.

"I am," Dwight insisted, "but I was glad of it. Because Lisa wouldn't stop jerking IT. And it was so slippy down there, between her, you know, and my thing was getting so wet that I thought it, well, I'm no biologist but I could feel it changing down there, opening up, sort of."

I remembered the blissful stretch as Tim had slipped inside me.

"That's why I could smell sex," Akari said, glancing at me, "for a second in there, I thought you and Tim...never mind."

"So I knew I had to do something, I had to try. I shifted as far as I could and that's when it slipped..."

"Inside her?" Akari asked breathlessly.

"No," Dwight whispered, "onto her tush."

Akari and I gasped together.

"There IS a screw loose in me, I AM a freak, because, because... because it was just like you said during Milk and Cookies, Skye. I DO want my sister's bumbum."

"Surely that," I gestured towards Dwight's cock, "didn't fit in Lisa's butt?"

"She's tiny!" Akari added.

Dwight shook his head sadly. "At first I thought she was trying to get away, trying to move it, but then I realised she was still tugging on it. The twisting and the pulling and the... you broke us, Skye! You and your brother, you made us...we're perverts."

"I'm so, so sorry Dwight," I stammered, genuinely affected by his sadness, "if I'd known..."

"It's not Skye's fault," Akari cut in firmly, "or Tim's. They only did what they had to do. If they hadn't, well, it wouldn't have made a bit of difference where you put that schlong of yours. Your sister would be carrying your baby by now."

Dwight wiped the tears from his eyes. "You're right, I'm sorry Skye. I know you were only trying to help. I'm just glad the game ended when it did. If we hadn't fallen out of the closet at that moment, I don't know what would have happened."

But I knew what would have happened. I knew because it had happened to me. I'd gone where Dwight couldn't. I'd sunk further than Lisa. I'd taken my brother.

--

As we sat silently contemplating our sins, a dark figure crept across the dormitory hall towards the goon on guard duty beside the bathroom door.

"It's that prick, Apollo," Akari hissed, "I wonder what he's up to."

A reckless abandon rose up inside me. "Come on, let's follow him."

"Are you crazy?" Dwight squeaked.

"Aren't you tired of being bossed around in this circus?" I asked, climbing down from the bunk bed, "It's time we took back a little control."

--

We watched from a dark corner as the goon on guard duty led Apollo through a small door situated within the larger hangar doors.

"They left it unlocked," I whispered, "come on!"

Akari planted her feet. "Nu-uh, I'm done with creeping around in air vents. It's my turn to keep watch."

"Akari's right, it's too risky," Dwight chirped in.

"Come on, Dwight. Don't you want to take charge of your life? Don't you want to be brave? For once?"

I held my hand out to him. He stared at it for a long moment, a battle raging between the cowardly boy he'd been all his life and the man buried deep inside.

Dwight took my hand. "Let's do it."

--

The door led into a corridor of polished concrete lit by harsh lamps. We followed the soft sound of footsteps into another corridor lined with evenly spaced doors. Beside each door was a serial number.

"I think...I think these are the goons bedrooms."

"Let's take a look," I said, pressing my ear to one of the doors and listening for signs of an occupant.

On the other side of the door was a spartan three by three cell. In one corner was a cot and in another was a toilet and sink. Hanging beside the cot were three identical pink jumpsuits and black masks.

"I've had an idea," I exclaimed, grabbing a jumpsuit off the hook and slipping my legs inside, "a disguise!"

"I don't know, Skye. Maybe we should head back?"

I zipped up the jumpsuit, slipped the pink hood over my head, and reached for a mask.

"We've not learnt anything useful yet. Besides, now we've got an excuse, if we see anyone I'll tell them you're sick and I'm taking you to the infirmary."

"Do you even know there IS an infirmary?"

"Stop worrying, Dwight! It'll be fine!"

--

The first test came sooner than I'd hoped. In the next corridor a goon was shaking a vending machine while another leant on the wall beside him.

"...don't care if he's the Prince of Persia, I'll tell it to him straight, I know my rights. Fifteen minutes for each two hours on duty and an hour for lunch. I read the contract, I..."

The goon's companion saw us approaching and cut his friend off.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded curtly, forgetting the vending machine.

"Clipboard isn't feeling well," I explained pointing to Dwight, my voice distorted by the mask, "I'm taking him downstairs."

"Downstairs?" The goons looked at each other suspiciously.

"That's right," I gulped, "you know, DOWNSTAIRS."

"Oh, DOWNSTAIRS," the gobby goon punched me conspiratorially on the arm, "why didn't you say?"

"You should be more careful," his companion grunted, turning back to the vending machine, "you don't want the boss to catch you."

"Right," I agreed, gripping Dwight's forearm and urging him onward, "I'll do that."

"Enjoy yourself," the goon said to Dwight, before launching back into his tirade, "like I was saying, I know the T's and C's, I studied the fine print..."

--

We descended the staircase and came to a laboratory lit only by the dull glow of desktop screensavers. The laboratory was lined with huge freezer units that hummed softly.

"I know this place," I gasped, "Stevie's mom told me about it!"

"Who?"

"She went out in the first round, the Buzz Wire game. I bumped into her outside, in the city, after we went home. She told me...she told me this is where they do it."

"Do what?"

"Inseminate the losers."

I heaved open a freezer door and studied the rows of neatly labelled semen samples. Dwight took a step closer, pointing at one of the rows.

"That's..."

I leaned closer to read the label. Team 44. Lebowitz.

"...mine!"

"Who goes there?"

I slammed the freezer shut just in time. A goon walked round a hidden corner and pointed his weapon at us. The barrel dropped slightly when he recognised my pink jumpsuit but he remained on guard.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting another one."

I shrugged, chancing my arms. "He volunteered."

"No doubt," the goon tossed Dwight a clear plastic sample pot, "there's a spare examination room out back. Make it quick, the smugglers are waiting and I don't want to be around if they get caught."

I pushed Dwight roughly toward a pair of examination rooms. A yellow light seeped from beneath one of the doors and I could make out the sound of a man breathing heavily. Apollo. I nudged Dwight toward the other door and followed him inside.

"What do we do now?" Dwight whispered as the door clicked behind us.

"I think they've got a side hustle going on. It must be how Apollo is getting through all the rounds! They're selling his sperm on the blackmarket!"

Dwight looked with horror at the sample pot in his hand.

"They think you're in on the conspiracy. I'm sorry, Dwight, but there's only one way out of here. We have to keep up the charade. You're going to have to..."

"...make my cream?" Dwight finished, anxiously.

I pulled off the mask and looked into his eyes reassuringly. "There's worse ways to make a living."

--

I sat with my back to Dwight, staring at the wall, listening to the unmistakable sounds of fapping

and trying not to think about the ginormous cock getting worked over behind me.

"It's no good," Dwight groaned, "I'm too nervous!"

"What's that?"

"I'm nervous. I can't make it shoot!"

"Try to think of something sexy."

"What do you think I've been doing?"

"You are the only nineteen year old I know who can't jizz on cue. How have you made it this far? How have your balls not exploded?"

"That can happen? Oh god."

"Relax, I'm pretty sure that can't happen. You just need something to distract you."

Dwight gasped and tried to cover his huge erection as I turned round to face him. "Skye!"

"It's nothing I haven't already seen, don't get bashful on me, we don't have time for all that."

I shrugged out of the pink jumpsuit and sat on my heels in front of Dwight wearing only my silk nightie. "Do you want to see my tits?"

Dwight nodded, stroking his semi-erect monster over my face. "I think, I think it might help."

Slowly, seductively, I slipped one of the silk straps off my shoulder. "Will you squirt for me if I show you?"

Dwight nodded enthusiastically.

I slipped the other strap off and held the nightie against my chest, letting it slip down to just above my stiffening nipples.

"Promise?"

Dwight nodded again and I let the nightie fall to my waist. Dwight's cock swelled above me, reaching its gargantuan full size, requiring both his hands to stroke as I shook my modest breast beneath it.

"Do it, Dwight, cum on my titties."

I couldn't help feel a thrill of arousal watching the unfathomably large cock wobble above my face as Dwight gamely jerked it. I cupped my sensitive breasts and pinched my erect nipples, as much for my own pleasure as to bring Dwight closer to his orgasm.

"It's no good," Dwight groaned, "I usually have my lotion."

"Spit on it," I suggested, squeezing my tits.

"Dry mouth. Too nervous."

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what I had to do. I lifted myself up onto my knees, bringing my head over his huge cock.

HWAK TUAH!

I let rip a mouthful of thick saliva directly onto Dwight's angry purple glans.

"How's that?"

Dwight shivered as he swished my bubbly saliva around the tip. "Much better."

I worked up another mouthful of saliva and let it drool from my lips. It hung obscenely over Dwight's mammoth cock then landed with a wet squelch. I watched, mesmerised, as Dwight worked it into his freakishly big cock.

"Feels...good...getting..."

The door-handle suddenly rattled.

The goon's voice was loud and urgent. "Hurry up in there, the boat is waiting!"