Taing My Sister at Jizzneyland

Hi there. My name's Max, and you've probably heard of me and my twin sister, Liz. We run one of the big YouTube theme park channels. If you're into coasters and theme rides, I'll bet you've watched one of our videos. Max and Liz aren't our real names, of course - because the story I'm relaying here is one that we could never make into a video.

We've been into parks for as long as we've been alive - our parents always took us on vacation to the big resorts in Florida, and we did road trips cross-country to visit some of the less internationally famous (and less crowded!) places. Those were my favorite - less line, more ride. We started our channel a few years back, at first just filming our family vacations, and then once we realized how popular the videos were, it became a genuine source of income for us, and then for the family. You can make good money in this niche. We started going to parks nearly every weekend, getting more and more subscribers, until it was clear that this would be our full time job when we left school.

But there was always one park that remained off our family todo list. A park you probably

haven't

heard of, and certainly one that our parents kept us shielded from for as long as they could. Naturally we heard about it anyway through our network of semi-professional tourists, and although we dismissed it as a rumor at first, we read enough online to convince ourselves it was a real place, despite no photographs or videos of it existing. It was alleged to be fantastically expensive, and invitation-only. In our minds, we built it up as something mythical, something magical - a forbidden fruit that seemed all the juicier for its inaccessibility.

Liz and I had turned 18 a few months back. We were seasoned independent travellers already. I was packing in my room, preparing for a trip out to Ohio to ride a new gigacoaster when Liz burst into my room holding something in her hand, offering it to me.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked.

"Just read it," she said, staring at me.

She handed me a handwritten envelope that had been torn open. It was addressed to us both.

"How come you opened it? It's to both of us!" I protested mildly.

"Just. Read. It." she repeated.

We didn't get a lot of mail. We

never

got handwritten mail.

Inside was a short note:

Max, Liz,

It's on your dime, but I got you invites.

Jake & Elle

My jaw nearly dropped.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked.

"Would you keep reading already!" said Liz.

There was nothing else on the note, but alongside was a gold-trimmed ticket for Jizzneyland, Nevada.

I was speechless. I held the ticket up to the light, possibly to try to see if it were fake, but actually just stunned and still processing.

"This is for me? It's a couples ticket. There's no way Debbie would be into this," I said.

"It's addressed to

us

, Max," replied Liz.

I was confused, and I could tell that Liz could tell.

"But we're not a couple? Is this a prank from Jake?" I said.

"It's a

gift

from Jake, you idiot! An incredible gift! He must be repaying us for the guest segment we did with him - his engagement stats are way up since then," she explained. "He and Elle must have been! They never mentioned that!"

Jake and Elle were a couple of years older than us, and we had helped them break into the streaming market. A ticket to Jizzneyland was a fine gift - a more than adequate repayment for the favor we had done them.

"Well there's no way I can take Debbie. She's a nice girl, and we're not even properly dating yet. I'm not even sure she's looking to date!" I said. "And you're not even dating anyone at all at the moment. Why couldn't they have got us two singles tickets?"

"They don't do singles tickets, doofus," Liz explained. "They only let in guests as pairs. Otherwise it would just be a sausage party."

"I guess we just hold onto it until one of us is going steady and then we fight each other for it?" I offered.

Liz and I had always got on well. As twins, we were closer than regular brothers and sisters. We fought all the time, but mostly playfully. Now as grown adults, and business partners too, we were closer than ever. Despite this, we

never

talked about sex. It just felt... weird. Even though it hadn't escaped my notice that Liz had blossomed into a lithe, gorgeous young woman. No degree of sisterliness could override my intrinsic male instinct to notice her firm, pert breasts and tight jeans. Just talking about these tickets was already a more sexually-charged conversation than we had

ever

had.

"Check again," she said.

I looked at the small print on the ticket.

Shit

. It was valid in June only, and it was already the 27th.

"Why did he give us a nearly-expired ticket. Is he trolling us?" I asked in exasperation.

"

All

the invitation tickets are strictly time limited," she said. "They need to keep things fresh and fluid... I guess."

Wait, had she been researching this?

"You seem to know a lot about this?" I quizzed.

"Of course I do! Don't you realize what this is? It's the missing piece of the puzzle! The one park we could never visit! This is our chance to finally tick it off the list!" she said excitedly. "I've been researching this place for

years

, Max!"

Wow.

Years?

She only had her first boyfriend a few months ago!

"What are you suggesting, Liz?" I asked, still genuinely confused.

"We go together! As a couple!" she exclaimed.

"Whuh...." I began.

"Not as a real couple, idiot. They don't care if we're married, engaged, dating, whatever. They only care about the gender balance. We just walk up and smile and nod and as long as we pay the entrance price and show our ticket we're good!" she said.

I sucked my teeth in thought. She had a point. And yet...

"I don't know Liz... I mean, yeah, we can just get through the gate together and then go our separate ways. But still... going to a sex park, with my freakin' sister?" I said.

"Don't be such a prude, Max, we're grown adults and neither of us virgins," she argued.

It was true. I had come out of a fairly serious relationship with Jen, my ex, a month or so back - and although Liz had never had a steady boyfriend, I knew enough through the rumor-mill of my own friends that she'd had a few one-night stands with

their

friends.

The idea began to grow on me. An actual ticket to Jizzneyland, the mythical adults-only theme park! Of

course

it was located just outside Vegas. My mind began to wander and wonder... was the whole place just a big outdoor casino filled with strippers?

"How much, then?" I asked.

"It ain't cheap. This is an

exclusive

destination," she said, preparing me for the damage. "But I costed it up and it's basically nothing compared to the partner earnings. We're rich, bro."

I continued mulling over the idea in my head, and increasingly in my pants, where the prospect of an unhinged and debauched sexy weekend was growing on me. My sister being there too would be super-weird, but she was right - I could ditch her at the gate and head off to explore on my own.

"Let's do it," I concluded, offering her a high five.

"Yes my little brother! That is the right answer!" she answered.

Little by four minutes, and a full foot taller than her now. I ignored it. I had to re-pack for a

very

different weekend than I had originally planned.

Two taxis and an early-morning flight later, we found ourselves dropped at what looked like a regular hotel entrance. The layout was bare. There wasn't even a sign. Heavy iron bars outlined the boundary of the estate back down the driveway, which was lined on either side with tropical shrubs and thick grass. The hot desert sun beat down and forced us into the cool air-conditioned lobby, carrying only our backpacks.

"Welcome sir, welcome ma'am," said a pretty receptionist in a smart uniform. "Can I help you?"

She said nothing about where we were, and the decor hinted at anonymous luxury.

"Hi. Uh, we have a ticket," I said, passing it over the counter to her.

"Oh, wonderful," she said. "We are so glad to have you here. It looks like this will be your first time?"

"First time visitors, long-time fans!" Liz interjected.

The receptionist gave her a knowing smile and began to process our arrival.

"I'm going to need you to sign some consent forms, I hope that won't be a problem," she stated, handing me some paperwork.

Liz took the papers out of my hand and began speed-reading through them. She didn't even give me a chance to look before signing at the bottom and passing it over to me.

"Do you have your blood test results with you?" asked the receptionist.

It was apparently a strict condition of entrance that every guest got certified as clean and on birth control before attending. We had gone to a clinic yesterday and had the required tests done. I handed over the papers.

The receptionist examined them thoroughly, took payment off our joint credit card (I winced), and waved us through, gesturing to a pair of heavy wooden doors.

Liz was first off the mark, heading into what seemed to be the true entrance to this place. She opened the doors and we moved into a dimly lit corridor. She had clearly done her research and I was happy to be given the tour and be surprised.

At the end of the corridor was an altogether glitzier doorway, framed in silver, with a large neon pink sign above it, reading:

WELCOME TO JIZZNEYLAND. THE HORNIEST PLACE ON EARTH.

Very Vegas.

My anticipation had been building for days, and here we finally were. I had a typical teenage libido. I didn't need to be told to be horny. But Liz? This was the first time I had ever thought of her as being capable of something as...

adult

... as being horny. Did she get horny? I mean, of course she did, she was a normal human being, right? Was she horny right now? These were novel, odd thoughts to be having about my own sister.

I followed Liz's tight denim shorts through the door and was immediately shocked. We had walked into a changing room. In the middle, sitting on a high stool behind a small desk, was a stunning platinum blonde, wearing - as far as I could tell - nothing at all. Behind her by some benches were a handful of other people - other couples, presumably - disrobing.

"Welcome Max, welcome Liz!" said the inner receptionist.

The outer receptionist must have called through with our names.

"My name is Cherisse, and on behalf of Jizzneyland I'd like to warmly welcome you to our exclusive park," she said with a beaming smile.

I wasn't looking at her smile.

Liz snapped me out of it with an elbow.

"Hi Cherisse," she beamed back. "We are

so

glad to be here!"

"You guys feel free to pick a locker. You just need to swipe these to open, and again to lock," said Cherisse, handing us wristbands. "They can also be used for purchases in the park, and some of our male guests like to wear them around their penises."

If I'd been drinking, I would have spit it out in surprise. I took a look at the bands. Elasticated and flesh-colored, they did indeed look like a cock ring.

I took my band, too surprised to say anything. I looked at Liz, and she looked down at my crotch, evidently thinking something similar.

"That's it, it's as easy as that! I hope you have a wonderful time here!" said Cherisse.

Liz took me by the hand and led me past Cherisse to a bench. As I passed, my head turned to see if she was sitting completely nude in her chair - of course she was, but I could only see her side as Liz dragged me to a free bench.

"Wait, where's the men's changing room?" I asked, looking around at everyone else with dawning self-consciousness - and I knew the answer to the question before I had finished asking it.

"This is it! And it's the ladies too!" said Liz. "Trust me, when you see the rest of the park, co-ed changing rooms will be the

least

of your worries. Don't tell me you're all shy now?"

With that, she began to unbutton her top, right in front of me.

"Holy shit Liz, seriously, right here? Can't you pick another bench or something?" I hissed.

"We're a

couple

, remember?" she hissed back.

"I thought you said they didn't care!" I challenged.

"They don't, and neither do I!" she said as she pulled off her light strappy top to reveal that she had been wearing no bra. Before me stood my sister, tits out like it was nothing. Sure, I'd technically seen them before, but not since she had... filled out.

"Quit staring, now

you're

making it weird," she said.

I looked away and saw that other people were just casually walking around nude now. They were mostly young-ish couples in their 20s, at my guess. They seemed well groomed and professional - and every one of them slim and toned. I began to take in the sights. There were three fully nude women and one man still in his pants, putting away the rest of his clothes in the locker. The women were all clean shaven, giving me an uncompromising view of their bare pubic areas, and their bouncy breasts. One caught me looking and gave me a little wave from across the room, smiling at me. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious at being fully dressed.

"Come on, Jim, catch up!" called a man's voice from outside the room.

"Be right there!" replied the man at the locker as he whipped his underwear off, revealing chiselled glutes briefly, before he turned around to show his pendulous cock. It was the biggest penis I had ever seen outside of porn. No locker room shower had offered up a sight like this to me before. He saw me looking, gave a wink, and headed out to meet what I assumed were the partners of the women.

I swallowed. This was it. If I was going to do this thing, I had better get on with it. I turned away from the three women and came face to face with a fully nude Liz.

Again, I couldn't help but stare. She stood there with her hands on her hips, proudly, with her chest thrust forward confidently. My eyes drifted to the small strip of dark hair running down like an arrow pointing at her most private part.

"Looks like it's just you left now, Max," she said, tauntingly.

The other women behind me were giggling to each other, watching me. I had never felt more shy in my life.

I couldn't face stripping while facing my sister, so I turned and pulled off my shirt, eliciting some nods of approval from the women. I pulled down my cargo shorts and stood in my pants for a moment. They were looking, and to my horror, the shape in my pants was showing. I put away my shoes and clothes in the locker, then, still facing the locker, pulled off my underwear. Cheers erupted from the women behind me.

"Welcome to the club!" one shouted. "He's passed the first test!"

I turned to face them, no longer able to hide my nakedness. Each of them was looking down at my dick, weighing it up and judging it silently. This gave me a confidence boost. I'm proud of my dick. My dick and I have had some good times together, and at a good, thick seven inches, we've brought some good times to some hot girls too.

"Don't forget this!" said Liz from behind me.

I turned to see her dangling the wristband from her fingers. I reached out for it, but she pulled it away.

"Nuh-uh, wait," she said.

She held it against the locker door until she heard a click, then held it out again to me. I took it and began to slip it onto my wrist.

"What are you doing, Max, didn't you hear Cherisse?" she said.

She grabbed my hand and pulled the wristband off.

"Wear it properly," she said, looking down at my semi-erect dick.

I could not believe this. Liz was basically asking me to put on a cock ring? This was Liz, who until 24 hours ago had never even so much as talked about her love life. I was suddenly learning a lot about her.

"I don't know... I've never..." I stammered.

"Wuss. Let me," she said.

Without skipping a beat, she knelt down in front of me with her face at crotch-height. My dick grew a little. She reached out and grabbed my dick and balls in one hand, and slipped the band over with the other. It all happened so quickly, I could barely protest.

"Liz, you're my fucking sister!" I whispered to her as she adjusted the band and pulled my balls through it a little, which admittedly was more comfortable. The effect of the ring caused my growing erection to ratchet up.

"Didn't I already tell you I don't care?" she said, casually. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I'm going to see to it that we

both

get the most out of it."

She stood back up and admired her handiwork. My cock was now almost fully erect, and had a strained, urgent look to it.

"Nice penis," she said.

"Fuck you," I replied. "Look, I think we're done here. I'm off. I'll see you at, like, lunch or something I guess."

"Don't you think we should explore the park a little first? Just to get our bearings? Just to make sure your big sis is going to be safe here with all these strangers?" she said, putting on a mock pleading look.

"Honestly, I was kind of worried about you at first, but now I think you can more than handle yourself!" I retorted.

"Come

on

. We've waited so long to see this place. Let's go and experience it together. We can compare it to the family parks. Maybe we can pretend we're doing a video," she said.

I knew photography was strictly prohibited here, and there was certainly nowhere to hide a camera.

I decided to humor Liz and see the sights for a while. It wouldn't hurt to see what was on offer.

We walked out of the main changing area to a shower area. Liz immediately began to shower down, so I stood opposite her and did the same, enjoying the cool water. It did nothing to let down my hard cock.

"Hey, you see that?" called Liz.

She was pointing to a booth in the corner of the shower area.

"It's a spray booth, for sunblock," she explained.

I guess that made sense. Without any clothes to protect us, the desert sun could be harsh.

A stack of fresh towels sat on a sideboard. Liz grabbed one and dried herself off quickly. I couldn't help but stare at her. It felt so wrong, looking at my sister rubbing herself down in the middle of an open space, with my boner pointing right at her. She looked through the rack of provided cosmetics, and selected a shower hat, which she donned, and then stepped into the booth, pressing the single button to activate it. The machine misted her, covering her whole body with a fine layer of UV-protective shine. She stepped out and started rubbing it in.

I decided to emulate her exactly, and soon I was standing by her, ready and eager to see what the park had to offer us. Blinding light cracked through the exterior door as we stepped out into the sunshine.

The park seemed to be arranged around a main concourse. In the center stood a fountain topped with an erotically-charged sculpture of a man wrestling a mermaid. Finely manicured garden areas surrounded the concourse. Naked people were relaxing on the grass. Food and drink stalls were available, framed with decorative flowers, and pathways led off in all directions deeper into the park. The concrete floor was kept wet everywhere by small jets of water emerging from the ground. I soon realized this was essential to make the surface walkable bare foot - stepping on the occasional dry area was like walking on burning coals.

"It's so beautiful," said Liz, taking in the sights.

I had to admit, the park was

very

finely appointed.

The park was certainly populated, but not too densely. There were probably no more than a hundred people milling around in this large open central space. I assumed more were to be found elsewhere.

An older couple in their 30s walked past. The woman was holding the man by his penis, leading him along like a dog on a leash.