Perverts 'R' Us

Tammy and Tommy

By Valleyal ( b/g, 1st, anal )

Tammy and Tommy Bishop were 11-year-old twins within weeks of finishing the 5th grade. Like all siblings sometimes they were best friends, while other times they did nothing but fuss at each other. Earlier that month, they had celebrated their 11th birthday.

Both were perhaps a bit small for their age, compared to their classmates, but not so much that it mattered. Neither had really hit a growth spurt yet. Tammy was beginning to grow small buds on her chest to fit inside her training bra. To her, they couldn't grow fast enough, as she could see her friends had grown. Then again, having any boobs at all felt awkward and made her self-conscious. Meanwhile, Tommy had yet to begin to fill out, though he had lost any and all of the baby fat he had had previously.

As siblings, they got along okay. Since there weren't any other brothers or sisters, it was just the two of them along with their parents. Sometimes Tammy would do "girly stuff", especially when with her friends, and Tommy would just sigh and try to stay out of their way. Other times, Tommy would do "guy stuff" and Tammy would look at him and think he must be from another planet.

Ever since they could remember, when their parents had come upon something amiss or wrong, Tommy would immediately volunteer to take the blame, even those times when it had been Tammy that should have been the one to get into trouble. To her initially, it seemed sort of cool to perhaps sometimes get out of trouble when it had been her that had done wrong. The few times that she did think about it, she thought it was sweet of him, it being his way of being the protective brother. More and more lately, it was getting a bit frustrating. She didn't always want to be rescued. But she didn't think much of it anyway. Tommy was a boy, and boys weren't much to think about anyway. If he was Jessie McCartney or Frankie Muniz, that would have been different. But Tommy was a boy. Worse still, he was a brother.

Three weeks before classes were to end for summer vacation their parents mentioned something about a great aunt they could barely remember having passed away. This aunt had been in a nursing home for the past seven years up in Kentucky, about a 10-hour drive away. When the next day their parents said they would be going that weekend to the funeral, neither Tammy nor Tommy, being polite kids, voiced any objections, though inside both felt the frustration of having to go. Neither really remembered much about the aunt, and the idea of spending the weekend with old biddy relatives they barely knew was not their idea of fun. But being obedient children, they nodded their heads in acceptance of going.

Early that Friday morning, they all got in the car for the long drive north to Kentucky. Stopping only twice for gas and once for lunch at the Cracker Barrel, they arrived in the small Kentucky town around sunset. They went to the funeral home, which was having visitation that night before the funeral, and burial the next morning. Although the parents did know some of the relatives there, Tammy and Tommy recognized only two distant relatives, neither of whom they knew well or were close to. It had been a long, boring ride up there and an even more boring evening being cooped up at a funeral home.

Finally they left and went to check into what looked like the only motel in the town. They only had one room with two double beds in it. Tammy went with her mom to the KFC to get dinner while the guys took their shower. Arriving back with the chicken, she noticed that they had the TV on ESPN, watching sports. They were also just in their underwear, not exactly a pleasant sight. They were on the same bed, which was closest to the bathroom, but also closest to the TV. While Tammy and the two guys ate their dinner, Mom went and took her shower. Tammy finished her dinner about the time her Mom emerged from the bathroom.

Tammy was last to take a shower. Whether this was planned or not, she wasn't sure. If she had gone first, there likely wouldn't have been any hot water left for anyone else, as by far she took the longest time in the bathroom among them. Entering the bathroom, Tammy sighed at the mess of wet towels and dirty clothes piled up. She took her time with her shower, as well as taking her time in brushing and drying her hair. Emerging from the bathroom, she realized they had cut all the lights off and the only light in the room was from the TV which had the sound turned all the way down. The AC was running full blast, filling the room with extremely cool air.

But what Tammy most noted was that her parents were in the same bed together and was just Tommy in the bed farthest away. As she emerged, she heard her Momma say to hurry to bed and sleep, as they had a long day ahead of them tomorrow, what with the funeral and burial, then the long ride home.

Seeing that Tommy was on the side of the bed by the nightstand, Tammy climbed in on the opposite side which was next to the air conditioner. Crawling in, she realized the room was quite cold and the bed had just one sheet and a bedspread as cover. As she got into the bed, one of the parents hit the clicker so the light from the TV went out. The only sound was the air conditioner running on high speed. As the seconds passed, Tammy felt the ever-increasing chill.

At about the same moment, Tammy was just about to drift off to sleep she began to hear the faint sounds of her parents whispering. She could barely make out what they were saying, but did hear enough that the parents were trying to determine if she and Tommy were sound asleep. When the whispering stopped there was a pause, and then the unmistakable sounds of her parents making out. Nothing in this world could be more embarrassing or grosser. Who wants to think of their parents making out?

Perhaps because the room was so cold, Tammy had snuggled next to Tommy for shared warmth. Whether he had scooted over or she had scooted over, she wasn't sure. Maybe both had scooted over. Sometime during their parents' late night adventures, she realized she was holding Tommy's hand. He seemed sound asleep and oblivious to the gross sounds coming from the next bed. In time, the sounds died out and within minutes the unmistakable sounds of their Dad's snoring filled the room.

Tammy and Tommy were both lying on their left sides, facing away from their parents, with Tammy in front and Tommy behind her. They still held right hands with Tommy's arm around her. Tommy seemed dead to the world, though Tammy felt strange and awkward being snuggled so close to her brother. His head was buried in her hair, and every gentle breath he took she could feel on her ear. He didn't have on any shirt and she was leaning into his bare chest. Although she did have on a shirt, it wasn't much of one, falling only about hip-level when standing up and she was certain it must have ridden up at least waist-level already. Below that she only had on her white bikini-style panties. Snuggled up spoon-fashion as they were, she could feel his bare legs against hers. Even their toes seemed to be interlocked. Tammy's insides felt like they were made of Jell-O, cuddled so close to her brother.

While she was contemplating all this, she felt the faintest pressure on her fingers. Tommy seemed to be alternating between gently squeezing her fingers or caressing them. She couldn't determine in the dark whether he was actually asleep and doing this involuntarily, or if he was awake and doing this on purpose. It felt kind of nice. If her insides were Jell-O before, they were getting more so holding hands with her brother. Almost imperceptively, she realized that the angle of his fingers had changed. He was still caressing her hand, but now it was more so, with the back of his fingers rather than his palms. With this came the realization that their hands were over her chest. He wasn't squeezing yet, but her right boob was cupped in his palm. She was being felt up by her brother, and wasn't even sure if he was awake or not!

Her nipple stiffened and began to grow between her index and middle finger. She hoped and prayed silently that Tommy wouldn't notice. He must have, because by now his fingers had stopped caressing and mostly were just trembling. Was he scared too? Was he even awake? It seemed like eternity had elapsed, as he cupped and caressed her new breast. Tammy was perplexed whether she should make him stop. It felt nice, but it was still wrong. Worse, what if her parents woke up and caught them?

So, she just pretended to be asleep, trying to stay as still as possible under the circumstances. Then all of a sudden, his hand was gone. It wasn't long before she learned where it went. It seemed to be on the back of her legs, just below where her panties ended, like he was sort of scratching himself. Then just as quickly his arm went back around her, this time with his hand at her crotch.

With the faintest pressure, he seemed to be trying to get his fingers between her legs. Okay, it was one thing to let him feel her boob up, but it was quite another thing if she was just going to let him feel up her crotch too. That would be too much. Tammy moved both of her hands to cover herself and provide a barrier against Tommy's hand.

Then Tommy's hand moved to her hip. He seemed to be slowly tracing a line where the elastic waist and leg bands were. Tammy still pretended to be asleep. With the faintest touch, his fingers were rolling back the waistband where the elastic had cut into her skin. He seemed to be tracing and caressing the indentions in her skin. Slowly and gently, he was peeling her panties down. With her hands covering her front, he wasn't able to pull her panties down any in that direction.

Periodically she would feel him tug them down even more, and then he would peel back the slack. A good portion of her right butt cheek, she knew, was already exposed. Lying on her left side, the weight on her left hip was keeping him from pulling them down any further.

Tommy shifted and then peeled her panties as far down as they could go. Most of her right butt cheek was by now bare, and as he shifted she now realized where his hand had gone earlier when she thought he was just scratching. Because now, unmistakably, he had pulled his thingy out and it was now resting on the bare skin of what was exposed of her butt. And he was squeezing and wiggling it against her. His breathing in her ear had changed. When it seemed that his breath had sped up the most, all of a sudden he stopped and she felt wetness on her exposed butt-cheek and then in her crack, as he seemed to be pointing it that way.

Tammy froze. She didn't know whether she should be disgusted or appalled. How dare he think he could just masturbate and squirt on her! He lay there quietly until his breathing returned to normal. Then it felt like with one hand he was reaching for the front of her panties and with the other hand under her left hip to finally pull her panties all the way down. In shock Tammy did the only thing she could think of. She rolled away from him and onto her tummy, keeping her hands in front, covering her privates. Before she could think to reach back and pull up her panties from what he had pulled down, it was too late as Tommy had also rolled over and was now snuggled up against her again. His hand was preventing her from pulling her panties back up.

At first not realizing it, the thought hit Tammy that now that she wasn't lying on one of her hips and was now on her tummy, all Tommy had to do now was just peel her panties back. Since her weight wouldn't be holding them on, the only thing keeping her panties from being peeled all the way down was by her holding onto them in front. That wouldn't prevent him from peeling them down in back. The only thing that would stop him was if she stopped, pretending to be asleep.

But that option she didn't like either. That way he would know that she knew he had masturbated on her. Worse still, if one of their parents woke up and caught them and then saw the wet, sticky spot on her, well, Tammy would have just died if that happened.

Then slowly and cautiously, Tommy began peeling her panties down. Tammy thought if she spread her legs further apart, then that would take out any slack and make it more difficult for him to pull them down any more. She just as quickly rejected that idea, because if she spread her legs any, then after Tommy had pulled her panties down he could then reach under and could just finger her pussy, unobstructed. No, she was not going to let him do that. She squeezed her legs even closer together. It made tugging her panties down easier for Tommy, but that was the choice she made.

Soon, her entire butt was bare. Tammy held onto her panties in front, keeping them from being pulled down to her thighs, even though in back they were pulled down that far. Soon Tommy began to squeeze her butt, then trying to separate her cheeks to go deeper into her butt crack. All the while with his other hand, he was wiggling his thingy on her butt again. He then seemed to be trying to get as much of his thingy as he could into her butt crack. He kept shifting to wiggle it in there. More and more he was straddling her. Soon enough, he had one knee on either side of her hip.

With his fingers, he spread her butt cheeks as much as possible, and with his hand he guided his thingy as deep into her butt crack as possible. With each push, the head of his thingy was pushing her butt hole open. Pulling back, and then pushing again, it popped inside her that time, not just the head but all of it. He was inside. Tammy was getting fucked in the ass.

Tammy froze. Tommy froze too. Tommy reached for Tammy's hand. He squeezed it. After several moments she squeezed his hand in return. He arched his hips back almost pulling out, and then just as suddenly reversed course, ramming his thingy as far inside her as he could. He shuddered as he again began squirting deep inside her bowels. At the same moment, Tammy orgasmed, soaking the remaining hand still buried in her crotch which still held onto her panties.

Oh, when they wake up the next morning she was just going to have to think of something good to get back at him. She would still have to pretend to not know what had happened. But she was going to think of something good to get him back, she was certain of that.