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This story includes two consenting minors, who happen to be twins, having 
sex.  If this disturbs you, please stop reading now.  Feedback is welcome.


 	"Do you really think it's a good idea?"
 	"Margaret, they're 14.  They'll be fine."
 	"But they're my babies."
 	"They are FOURTEEN.  They are teenagers."
 	"But we'll be gone all weekend.  Three days."
 	"Hon, they will be fine.  We need a break."
 	"I'm sorry, Steve, I know.  I'll go talk to them."
 	Steve kissed his wife.
 	"They'll be fine."

 	"Bryce, would you turn down you music I'm on the phone!"
 	"What?"
 	"I'M ON THE PHONE!"
 	"Okay."
 	"I can't hear, turn down your crap."
 	"KIDS!"
 	"Mommy, tell Bryce to turn down his music, I'm trying to talk on 
the phone."
 	Margaret took a deep breath.
 	"Bryce, turn off your music.  Brittany, tell your friend you'll 
call her back.  I need to talk to both of you."
 	The kids begrugedly obeyed their mother.  Bryce stood in his 
doorway.  Britt stood in the hall.  Their mother stood between them.
 	"Your father and I are taking a long weekend trip to Carmel. 
We're leaving Friday morning and will be back Sunday night."
 	Brittany rolled her eyes.  "Is crazy aunt Anna staying with us?"
 	"No, she can't come out.  Some 'pride weekend' thing in San Diego. 
No, we're going to trust the two of you alone."
 	Both of their faces lit up and Margaret held her hand up like a 
cop indicating stop.
 	"I will be letting the Robertson's and the Nguyen's know we're 
leaving and they will watch the house.  Especially Mrs. Nguyen."
 	"Can we at least have friends over?"
 	Margaret paused.  "During the day.  No parties.  No loud music."
 	Both kids nodded.

 	Brittany and Bryce were siblings.  Twins actually.  They were the 
only children of Steve and Margaret Williamson.  Both would be starting 
high school in the fall.  Bryce hoped to earn a starting position on the 
freshman football team.  He ran everyday and worked out when he could. 
Brittany was noted for being both a pretty and smart girl.  The dippy 
cheerleader types avoided her because of her brains and the nerdy girls 
didn't like her because she was so pretty.  She was first chair in the 
flute in middle school and hoped to continue her success in high school.
 	The parents had left early that morning.  Britt went back to bed. 
Bryce ran 4 miles.  It was now a little after 12 noon.  Bryce was plopped 
on the couch watching a movie.
 	"Whatcha watching?"
 	"Showtime is having a Schwarzenegger marathon today.  This is 
'Kindergarten Cop'."
 	"We don't have Showtime."
 	"It's free this weekend."
 	Brittany sat down next to her brother.
 	"I can't believe that guy is our governor."
 	"He's an awesome governor."
 	"He was only elected because he's a movie star!"
 	"So.  He's an awesome governor."
 	They watched in silence for about ten minutes.
 	"Hey bro' want to make me some popcorn?"
 	"Make it yourself."
 	"Please?"  She gave him her pouty look.  When they were small 
children she'd do that and he'd do anything for her.
 	Bryce rolled his eyes, got up, and tossed a bag of popcorn in the 
microwave.  While it was popping he visited his dad's study.  When it was 
finished he poured the popcorn into a bowl and brought it out along with 
the two cans.
 	"Care for a beer?"
 	"What?!?"
 	"Come on.  I took it from the back.  Dad won't know.  No one is 
going to catch us."
 	She took the can, but stared at her brother.  He was more of a 
risk taker than her.  Or was he?
 	Brittany opened the can and took a sip.  She didn't like beer all 
that much.  Bryce gulped a couple of swallows then ate a handful of 
popcorn.  She drank some more.  The movie had completely lost her 
attention.  She was focused on Bryce.  They used to be so close as kids. 
But once they got to fourth grade they had drifted apart and fought a lot. 
Her friends thought he was cute and were always asking Brittany to set 
them up.  The idea just made her gag.  But he was a hunk.  Did she really 
think that?  She took another sip of beer.  Yes, he was a hunk.
 	Brittany giggled.
 	"What?"
 	"Do you remember mom used to bathe us together?"
 	"You would have to remember that.  Yeah, until we were, what?"
 	"Seven!"
 	"Yeah, seven."
 	"Do you remember what I did?"
 	"No, tell me."
 	"I grabbed your penis and said, 'Mommy, when will I grow one?'. 
You screamed.  I think I hurt you."
 	"Well, it ended our nightly bath together."
 	"Yeah."
 	Bryce's cell phone beeped.  It was a text message.  He read it.
 	"Oh, no fucking way!"
 	"What?"
 	"Just, no way, I don't believe it."
 	"What!?"
 	Bryce dialed some numbers.  He answered on the first ring.
 	"No fucking way!"
 	"Yes way, we both scored."
 	"The same girl?"
 	"Yeah.  I got her first.  Eric had seconds."
 	"That's sick."
 	"Hey, I don't see you scoring any pussy."
 	"Fuck you."
 	"Yeah, you would."
 	"I'll talk at you later."
 	Both hung up.
 	"What was that about?"
 	"Zach and Eric had sex with Sophie Barrett today."
 	"Sophie Barrett?"
 	"I know."
 	"Isn't she, well..."
 	"Fat?"
 	"Yeah."
 	"At least they're having sex."
 	Brittany finished her beer.
 	"Will you get me another?"
 	Bryce looked at her.  She pouted.  Bryce chugged his then went and 
got two more.  When he returned Brittany snuggled up to him.  Bryce 
thought it was highly weird, but just drank his beer.
 	"We could do it."
 	"Do what?"
 	"Have sex."
 	Bryce nearly sprayed his beer all over the room.
 	"What?"
 	"We could have sex.  Mom and Dad are gone.  Who would know?"
 	"Britt, you're my sister.  My fucking sister!"
 	"So.  If Eric can screw a fat chick, you can screw your sister."
 	"No way.  No fucking way."
 	Brittany sat up, pulled her arms into her shirt, unfastened her 
bra, removed it, and dropped it into her brother's lap with a pout.
 	"What is your problem?"
 	"I want to have sex with you."
 	"Brittany.  Please tell me you're joking."
 	"I'm not joking."  She rubbed his crotch.  He was rock hard.
 	"Britt, don't do that."
 	Bryce was wearing shorts with an elastic waist.  She had no 
trouble reaching into his shorts.  He immediately came.
 	"Britt.  Jesus Christ."
 	"I'm sorry.", she said with her "I really don't mean I'm sorry" 
pout.
 	Bryce stood up.
 	"Yuck, I'm all... all over myself.  I need to bathe or something."
 	"Then we can have sex?"
 	Bryce looked at his sister.  His friends all thought she was hot. 
He thought she was nerdy.  But had to admit, she was hot.  He drank half 
the can of his second beer.
 	"Think we could use mom and dad's bed?"
 	Brittany's face lit up.
 	"I don't think they'll mind at all."
 	Bryce took a small swallow of beer.
 	"Don't you dare tell any of your friends."
 	"What?  That I fucked my brother?  Are you insane?  I wouldn't 
tell anyone."
 	Brittany took a few huge swallows of beer.
 	"Let's go."
 	Brother and sister walked into their parents' bedroom and closed 
the door.

 	Bryce really had no clue what to do or what he was doing.  Jesus, 
fucking his sister!  Maybe this was a big joke.  They both climbed onto 
their parents' bed.  Brittany fluffed the toss pillows and plopped down. 
Bryce put his arm around her.  She snuggled into him.
 	He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a hot cheerleader was in 
bed with him.  Not his sister.  He felt her lips on his cheek.  He opened 
his eyes.  She had repositioned herself.  She moved to his lips.  She 
rubbed his chest.  His freshly spent cock was hard again.  He started 
rubbing her breasts.  She pulled away.  Bryce was afraid he had done 
something wrong.  She pulled off her shirt.  Her bra was still sitting on 
the couch in the family room.  He hadn't seen his sister like this in many 
years.  She was as flat as a washboard then.  Now... her breasts were 
larger than he had imagined.  She pulled at his shirt and tried to remove 
it.  He took over and removed his shirt.
 	"What the hell is wrong with her?", he thought.
 	She pulled off her shorts and panties with one quick motion.  She 
was now completely naked.  She tugged at her brother's shorts.  The 
elastic band got caught on his stiff dick.  It sort of hurt.  He eased his 
shorts and briefs over his member and let his sister take over from there.
 	She hugged him as they lied on their sides.  She stroked his cock. 
His hand was on her ass.  He moved his hand forward.  Her pussy was 
soaked.  He had heard the expression "getting her wet".  Was this what 
they meant.  Bryce moved his fingers around.  He tried to picture an 
anatomy book.  Where was her vagina?  He slid his fingers into her.  She 
stroked him harder.
 	"Move up a little." she said between kisses on his chest and neck.
 	He moved his hand, at first the wrong way, then up.  He remembered 
about the clitoris.  She responded.  He had completely forgotten this was 
his twin sister.
 	"Do you know where dad keeps his condoms?"
 	Bryce became lucid again.
 	"Does he use them?"
 	"I don't know.  Don't you two talk about this stuff?"
 	"No."
 	"Shit!"
 	"I have some."
 	She pulled away.
 	"Have you...."
 	He sighed.  "No, I have never had sex.  And you?"
 	"Still a virgin."  She paused.  "So why would you have them?"
 	"Diego and I came across an AIDS Oakland event and they were 
giving out free condoms."
 	"So you have condoms from a bunch of gay guys?"
 	"They still work.  I'll go get them."

 	Bryce didn't even bother dressing.  He shot out of his parents' 
bedroom and went up to his room.  While he was gone, Brittany slipped out 
of bed and headed to her mom's dresser.  She found a pink teddy.  She 
slipped it on.  It was a little large, but it'd do.  She leapt back into 
bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.
 	"Holy shit, Bryce."
 	Bryce dumped a large handful of condoms on the bed.
 	"How many did you take?"
 	"I have more upstairs."
 	She giggled.
 	Bryce pulled the covers down and saw what his sister was wearing.
 	"What's that?"
 	"Something sexy."
 	He got back into bed.
 	"Don't you think I look sexy?"
 	Bryce didn't say anything.
 	"You can tell me I look sexy!"
 	"Good God, you're my sister."
 	She picked up a handful of condoms.
 	"Who you're about to fuck twenty times."
 	They both paused then giggled.
 	"You look pretty hot, sis."
 	"Thanks."

 	The siblings embraced and exchanged passionate kisses.  Bryce 
still couldn't get it out of his head what he was doing.  This was his 
sister for Christ's sake!
 	Brittany on the other hand was thinking something much different. 
She had started noticing Bryce lately.  He had been working out to make 
the football team.  Her friends just drooled over him.  Every so often she 
just wanted him.  There was no other word to describe it.  She had heard 
that once a month a woman ovulates and wants a man.  But her brother?
 	She held his cock and he was rubbing her clit just as before.
 	"Will you help me get this thing off?"
 	Bryce slipped the straps off his sister's shoulders.  She pulled 
it off her body.
 	Their words were unspoken.  But Brittany was ready.  And so was 
Bryce.  He ripped open a condom package and rolled it on.  He climbed on 
top of his sister.  He slid himself into her.  She felt tight and warm.
 	Brittany was ready for her brother to penetrate her.  She was glad 
he remembered the condom.  She had totally forgotten.  She just wanted 
him.  He was forceful with his penetrating stroke, but he glided in.  He 
filled her.  She could feel him inside her, but he wasn't too big.
 	Bryce didn't last very long.  It was his first time.  He exploded, 
completely convinced that such an incredible orgasm had to have ripped 
through the condom.
 	Bryce rolled his body off of Brittany.  Both were sweaty and 
panting.  He wasn't sure what to say to her.
 	"I enjoyed that."
 	"I did too."
 	She felt very embarrassed to suggest this, but lovers had to be 
honest with one another, right?
 	"Bryce.  You were great.  I'm loving this.  But... I haven't had 
an orgasm."
 	He acted surprised.
 	"You haven't?"
 	She shook her head.
 	"I thought you did when I did."
 	She shook her head.
 	"Oh."
 	They sat silently for a few seconds.
 	"Do you think you could, you know, lick me... down there?"
 	She might as well have asked, "Can I give you a million dollars?"
 	Bryce sat up and started to get into position.  His dick felt 
heavy.  The condom was still on.  It was slipping off.  He carefully 
removed it.  Brittany saw it.  She looked around.
 	"Here."
 	She took it and wrapped it in a tissue, then tossed it in the 
wastebasket on her side of the bed.
 	"Put the beer cans in there too.  We'll need to get rid of that 
before mom and dad come home."
 	Brittany lied back down.  She moved her body to make it easier for 
her brother to eat her out.  She opened her legs wider too.
 	Bryce thought he was going to cum again just looking at his 
sister.  He ran a finger along the inside of her inner labia.  He could 
see the entrance to her vagina.  He had spent a lot of time looking at 
encyclopedias and sex books.  But the real thing was so much better.  He 
moved his face close.  He could smell her.  It was a faint musky smell, 
not at all bad.  He brought his mouth to her.  He touched the tip of his 
tongue to her inner labia, not knowing what to expect.  He moved his 
tongue around more.  He picked up on a salty taste.  Again, not at all 
bad.  He couldn't believe how wet she felt.  He was expecting to lick dry 
skin.  He ran his tongue all over.  He remembered her clit, but wanted to 
explore her more.  He darted his tongue into her vagina.  She seemed to 
like it.  The taste was very strong.  He moved back up to her clit.  He 
ran both hands across her pelvis.  She reacted.  He let his hands continue 
up, rubbing her breasts.  She moaned.  He tweaked her left nipple with his 
right hand, then let his hands return along the path they had traveled. 
Bryce so wanted to explore his sister's pussy.  He used the index finger 
of his left to probe into her vagina.  She squeezed his finger.  Relaxed, 
then squeezed again.  She made a wimpering noise as she gasped for breath. 
She was having an orgasm.  He started to pull his head away, but just then 
she pressed the back of his head into her.  He licked harder.  She almost 
sounded like a scared puppy with her wimpers, but they were signs of 
pleasure and not pain or fear.  Eventually she relaxed and released her 
brother's head.  Bryce withdrew his finger.  It was sticky.  He discretely 
smelled and licked it.  Good.  He then joined his sister, lying along side 
of her.
 	"Bryce, that was so good.  So fucking good."
 	He never really heard his sister cuss.  Then again, he usually 
didn't see her naked or have sex with her.
 	"I liked it too."
 	She rolled on her side, used her free arm to pull her brother 
close and gave him a long, slow, passionate kiss.  He used his free hand 
to cradle her ass.  He felt one of her breasts pressing against his chest.
 	"Jesus Christ, Bryce.  Sex is so good."
 	He was starting to wonder if he missed something.  Sure, it felt 
good for him too, but she was acting like it was ten times better.
 	The siblings just held each other, Brittany on occasion initiating 
a kiss.
 	She kissed once more than propped her head up with her hand, elbow 
against the bed.
 	"Would you like to take a baff wiff me Bry-bry?"
 	She was imitating herself as a small child.  Their mother would 
usually tell Brittany it was their bath time and she would go get her 
brother.
 	He kissed her back.
 	"Okay."
 	She smiled.
 	"Let's use mom's tub.  It's bigger."
 	"Okay.  You run it, I want to go get something."
 	"Last one in is a rotten egg!"

 	Bryce tossed his laptop on his parents' bed then went into the 
bathroom.  The tub was running.  His sister was sitting on the toilet. 
She was leaning forward on her folded arms.
 	"I'm sorry."
 	She looked at him.
 	"I don't care."  She smiled.  "You've seen me naked."
 	She peeled off some toilet paper, wiped, dropped it in the bowl, 
then flushed.  The tub was nearly full.  She got in first.  She smiled at 
her brother as he got in.  They faced each other, sitting at opposite ends 
of the tub.
 	"Just like old times", Bryce said.
 	"Even better.", she added.
 	They sat silently.  Bryce picked up his sister's foot and kissed 
her big toe.  She smiled.
 	They took turns bathing each other.  Oddly her breasts, vulva, and 
both their asses were exceptionally clean.  Bryce got out first.  He 
grabbed some towels.  He handed one to his sister, but she took both.  He 
had to get a third towel.
 	Bryce had dried off and was sitting on the bed fiddling with his 
laptop.  Brittany was naked except for a towel wrapped around her head.
 	"What are you doing, emailing all your friends you nailed you own 
sister?"
 	Bryce maintained his serious look.
 	"No, just looking for ideas."
 	She sat next to him and rested her chin on his shoulder.
 	"Bryce, what are you looking at?  Dad's going to know!"
 	Their father had installed a Linux-based firewall between the 
wireless network and the Internet.  He logged everyone's activities and 
blocked a lot of sites.
 	"It took me all of twenty seconds to figure out I could use the 
neighbor's wireless.  I do this all the time."
 	He just admitted to his sister he looked at a lot of porn.
 	The website seemed to be a guide to sex.  She grabbed the laptop 
away and started browsing.  She quickly found one she wanted.
 	"I want to do this!", she said handing the computer back to him. 
Bryce looked at it.  It was "69".  In this variation the woman was flat on 
her back.  He was on top.  They were orally pleasuring each other.  Bryce 
closed the laptop and slid under the bed.  His sister was already on his 
back reaching for him.
 	"Gimme, gimme, gimme!", she said with a giggle.
 	Bryce turned his body around.  He was already familiar with this. 
He licked.  The bath had cleaned most of her flavor off.  The idea that he 
was in a tub with an ever minute amount of his sister's vaginal fluids 
made him grow another two inches.  Actually it was the fact she had taken 
him in her mouth.
 	"Oh fuck, that's incredible!", he thought.
 	They both sucked and licked.  Both were in total bliss.  Nothing 
would end this.  Except a ringing phone.  Brittany pushed on her brother's 
hips, but he didn't budge.  She spit his dick out.
 	"Bryce, the phone!"
 	Her voice was a little scratchy.  She was able to maneuver to pick 
up the phone.  Her mother's number showed on the called ID.  She answered 
then cleared her throat.
 	"Hi, Mommy!"
 	She looked at Bryce so she could see he acknowledged who was 
calling.
 	"Hi Britt.  How's everything going?"
 	"Fine.  Did you get to Carmel okay?"
 	"Yeah, yeah.  You know how your father drives.  What did you two 
have for dinner?"
 	Brittany looked at the clock.  It was 6:45.  The afternoon had 
flown by.
 	"We just found some stuff in the freezer."
 	"One of the frozen pizzas?"
 	"Yeah."
 	"Is everything going okay?"
 	"Yeah, why?"
 	"Oh, nothing.  Is Bryce there?  Can I talk to him?"
 	"I'll get him.  Bye, Mommy."
 	"Bye."
 	She covered the mouthpiece and shouted, "BRYCE!"
 	He was sitting right there.  He gave her a weird look.
 	"BRYCE!  Telephone, it's mom!"
 	She counted to five to herself then handed the phone to her 
brother.
 	"Hello?"
 	"Hi son.  It's mom.  How's everything going?"
 	"Fine."
 	"What'd you have for dinner?"
 	"Uh, frozen pizza."
 	"You know, your father and I expected you two to be fighting and 
begging for us to come back.  You two getting along?"
 	"We're not fighting."
 	"That's such a relief.  Well, your father is giving me a dirty 
look.  We have a 7:15 dinner reservation.  Give you sister a kiss 
goodnight for me."
 	"Okay, mom."
 	"Good night!"
 	"Good night."
 	Bryce  hung up the phone.  The two looked at each other, then both 
burst into laughter.
 	"She has some bad timing.", Brittany said with a giggle.
 	"I'm supposed to give you a goodnight kiss."
 	"Oh, well, I'd better get one."
 	"She was afraid we'd be fighting."
 	"Fighting or fucking?"
 	"I don't think mom would picture this in her wildest dreams."
 	Brittany lied back on her back.
 	"Come to sissy!"
 	The pair resumed their new sexual position.  Bryce still couldn't 
believe how good it felt.  He caressed his sister's breasts and explored 
her with his finger.  She soon started spasming again.  The fact he had 
given her another orgasm, coupled with her teeth every so slightly sinking 
into him, cause him to orgasm.
 	"Oh, shit!", he thought.
 	She didn't hurry him off of her, but did press on his hips.  He 
removed his body.  She coughed and gagged.
 	"Will you get me a beer from the living room?"
 	"Do you want a cold one?"
 	"Just get one from the living room."
 	He ran out.  All he could think about was warm beer plus sperm was 
going to equal vomiting.  He returned with the beer can.  She chugged it, 
emptying the can.
 	"I'm sorry, Britt, I didn't really mean to."
 	She smiled.
 	"No, it was okay.  I wasn't expecting it, but it was okay."

 	The twins discovered that sex was tiring.  They made that frozen 
pizza they had promised their parents they had eaten and ate it naked in 
bed while watching the Cartoon Channel.  They cleaned up the beer cans and 
kitchen before they had sex one final time.  By 9:30 they were holding 
each other in their parents' bed, fast asleep.  Bryce remember the 
goodnight kiss.

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