Alma looked past me into the hotel suite. Her brother was there, naked, tied to a chair.
"Oh! Fuck right off," she said and stomped away down the hall.
I closed the door behind her, returning my attention to her brother. The Odega twins were as close to identical as two differently sexed siblings could be. Like his sister, Elias was impossibly pale skinned, marked by only a bare smattering of freckles. He had her sky blue eyes. And though he kept his hair shorter, it defied gravity with the same bleached and wispy feathering.
They also kissed the same, parting their teeth only a little, so that I had to fight my tongue through the gap before they would open properly. I stole another such kiss from Elias now. Straddling him, my skirt caught and fluttered against his erect cock. He moaned into me, and I took the chance to lance my tongue inside.
"Do you think she'll come back?" I asked him. I pulled back only barely, so he knew I expected him to stay open. Like a baby bird, he did.
"She will," he said, breathing my own air back at me.
I trailed a finger down his chest, along his sternum, and between his abs. Like his sister, he was thin, just on the healthy side of gaunt. No padding to mute the tensing of his muscles under my touch. His cock was pale as the rest of him. Except for the dusky pink head, which twitched as I teased it, a bead of pre cum threatening to slide down from its perch. "You'd better hope she does," I said.
Elias groaned. No doubt he'd hoped that Alma's brief visit had been enough. But I'd been very clear. He would cum while his sister watched, or not at all.
I pinched Elias's cock between my thumb and pointer finger, squeezing lightly up its length until I captured his sticky pre cum. For a moment, as his lips shuddered beneath mine, I thought I'd gone too far. But his quivers eventually subsided, and my skirt stayed unruined.
I reached lower, palming over his shaved balls. And massaged the little bit of cum into the skin below them, where the berried roots of his cock pressed back at me.
"Better not play with this cock if I want you to last. Isn't that right, Elias?" I said.
He whimpered, but his hips shifted, offering me access to slip my fingers a little lower. Smooth cheeks pushed aside as I descended. "But if I play with you here-"
There was a knock on the door. Elias sighed. Relief? Disappointment? I doubted he even knew.
I grinned at Alma, who stood there with her hands clasped in front of her dress. My mouth and chin were wet with her twin's spit, but I didn't care to wipe them.
"One rule," Alma said. Her voice was firm, but she didn't meet my eyes.
"Yes?"
"No touching. For Elias and me, I mean."
"Of course," I said, like it had been my plan all along. And as soon as her eyes, the same cloudy blue as the ones I'd just been teasing, flicked up to mine, I pulled her inside.
I pressed Alma against the door and kissed her. With her heels still on, she was taller than me, but somehow she still managed to dissolve beneath my mouth. As I worried my tongue into her, tasting liquor from the shot she'd used to steady her nerves, I also bundled up her long dress. In moments it was over her head, and I was back on her lips, now forcing myself in.
Alma's underwear stayed on while I tied her to the chair across from her twin. Same position, arms and ankles back, so that her chest arched out and her knees were slightly spread.
"Bro, stop looking!" she squeaked, when I went for the clasp of her bra. She sounded more annoyed than ashamed.
Elias jerked his head to the side. Not for the first time, I noticed that the Odega twins didn't seem to blush when embarrassed. A pity. With their complexion, it would have been a vibrant display.
Alma's bra fell free. Pale little mounds shifted almost imperceptibly when released to gravity. Areolas, wrinkling tight, pulled Alma's nipples to point upturned and accusingly at me. But I forced myself not to stare, yet. Instead, I went for her panties, hooking my thumbs and yanking.
"Wait, wait, wait," she sputtered. But it was too late. And there was nothing she could do to stop me anyway. I'd left enough slack in her tie that I could force her knees together and slip them past. Pale blue cotton undies stretched just above her ankles before she'd even finished complaining.
"Elias, dear," I said sweetly. "You don't have to look away."
Elias didn't move.
"Look at your pretty sister."
He locked eyes with her. Studious and unwavering. He very diligently looked nowhere else.
I sighed, big and dramatic. "Are you trying to get punished?"
That worked. Elias's eyes flickered down, and then, down further. Alma stiffened under her brother's inspection.
"Open your legs properly," I whispered in her ear.
I couldn't help myself. I had to have a look as well. Alma and I had kissed before. Many times over the years, in fact. Each ending with my promise that one day I'd take her properly, just not right then. So, this was my first time seeing her naked.
Like her brother, she was practically monochrome. Stark white, like copy paper or porcelain. Only her intimates stood out. Mouth, nipples, and barely peeking labia, all splashes of bubblegum against cream.
"Ew, bro," Alma said, "put it down."
Elias looked guiltily down at his cock. The tip of it was normally the same pink as Alma's bits. But now, it stood an angry, desperate, red.
"I can't. She's been-" Elias didn't try to explain past that. He just trailed off.
I slid my palm along Alma's thigh, toward her sex. "Alma, darling," I said, as I reached it. My finger slid easily between her folds, prompting a disbelieving exhalation. "You're in the same sorry state." I rubbed her lower lip with my finger. Her own wetness glossed it.
"It's not the same," she mumbled. But there was no bite to it. And she arched her hips for my returning fingers in the same way her twin had.
Now, finally, I took my time exploring her. In the quiet, the wet sounds of parting folds and sliding moisture brought me extra pleasure. Since I was blocking Elias's view of the action, I knew they would send his imagination in all sorts of directions. "Do you think he can smell you?" I whispered to Alma, too quietly for her brother to hear. "I can."
Once the initial embarrassment of my inspection had passed, Alma arched her hips the other way. She was, I realized, encouraging me to play with her clit. Before I, in a moment of weak will, indulged her, I pulled away.
Three of my fingers glistened under the bright hotel room lights. I inspected them. The twins pretended not to notice.
Then, I reached out and took Elias's cock by the base with my wet hand. In one languid stroke, up and down, I spread his sister's juices along his length.
"Ew, no," whimpered Alma.
Elias moaned.
"What? You don't want your brother to feel good?" I teased Amla.
She didn't answer. But she did seem mesmerized, unable to look away from my massaging of Elias's now slickened cock.
"Just one second, baby. I have an idea," I said to Elias. Then I got up and grabbed the back of Alma's chair.
She shrieked when I tipped her. But there was nothing sinister in my intentions. All I did was spin her around and lean her chair back to balance against the seat of Elias's. It was precarious, but I was right there to catch her if needed. The ultimate effect was that Alma's head lay between her brother's knees. Technically they were probably touching in a few places, but I felt I'd stayed in the spirit of the rule. And neither of them seemed to want to argue about it.
"Now, you can look up into your brother's eyes. No more of that naughty hard cock," I said. I gave said cock, which was almost, but not quite, touching the top of Alma's head, a few pumps. The fading lube made wet clicking noises. In response, Alma scrunched her eyes closed and tucked her chin to her neck, getting into as much of the fetal position as her bondage would allow.
"You know what's coming, don't you?" I said.
"Please," squeaked Alma, through tight lips.
"Please, what?"
"Can we not?"
"Can we not, what?" I singsonged.
Alma slivered one eye open, searching for me. "If I say it, do you promise to do something else?"
"Hmmm," I pretended to think. Elias groaned. Loud, a warning. "Only if you guess right. And be specific," I said.
