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Subject: {ASSM} When the Parents are Away the Twins Will Play Part 2 (b/g, pedo)
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Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 05:10:01 -0400
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 	Bryce woke up a little later than usual, around 7:30.  He was an 
early riser.  Normally he'd be completing his morning run.  Not this 
morning.  He had a gross taste in his mouth and his head hurt.  He rarely 
got headaches, but he had one now.
 	He was a little disoriented.  It came back him in pieces.  He was 
definitely in his parents' bedroom.  He was naked.  And so was his twin 
sister, who was still asleep in bed next to him.
 	Bryce sat up in the bed and rested his face in his hand.
 	"Oh fuck.", he mumbled to himself.
 	Bryce looked back at his sister.  He stood, covered her, gathered 
up his scattered clothes and walked upstairs.  He dumped all of his 
laundry then went to the bathroom.  He looked in the mirror.
 	"I look like shit.", he said to his reflection.
 	He had drunk two beers the previous day which made up 100% of the 
alcohol he had consumed in his life.  He brushed his teeth then took a 
long shower.  The water cleansed him.  At least his body.  His soul still 
felt filthy.
 	With a towel wrapped around him, he walked to his bedroom and got 
dressed.  It was his usual summer attire, shorts and a t-shirt.  He walked 
back downstairs and entered his parents bedroom.  His sister, Brittany, 
was still asleep.  He found some Advil in his parents' medicine cabinet. 
He popped two, not even checking the dosage.  He grabbed his laptop, put 
it back in the bag, and walked out of the room.
 	Bryce dropped his computer by the couch and continued into the 
kitchen where he poured himself a large bowl of Frosted Flakes.  He ate it 
over the sink.  He set the bowl in the sink then grabbed a glass which he 
filled with orange juice.  He emptied the glass then poured another that 
he took to the family room.  He powered up his laptop and check baseball 
scores from the previous day.  The A's had won in Kansas City and would 
head to Chicago for a three-game series versus the White Sox.
 	He heard a noise.  He looked up and saw his sister exiting the 
bedroom.  She was wearing on of their mother's bathrobes.  It was too big. 
She smiled and stretched.  Bryce turned his gaze back to his computer. 
Brittany sat down next to her brother.  She hugged him and kissed his 
cheek.
 	"Good morning."
 	Bryce didn't respond.
 	"What's wrong."
 	Bryce shrugged.
 	"Come on Bryce, what's wrong?"
 	He looked at her.  She had a concerned look on her face.
 	"Do you know what we did yesterday?"
 	She smiled.  "Yeah."
 	"No, I mean do you really KNOW what we did?"
 	She pulled back, crossed her arms, and frowned.
 	"Are you mad about it?"
 	"Well, no.  I just..."
 	"What?"
 	"I don't know.  I mean, I liked it while we were doing it, but I 
feel so... guilty."
 	"Oh, Bryce.  Don't feel guilty.  I mean... it wasn't really your 
idea."
 	"I know, but I got you the beer."
 	"Oh Bryce, it wasn't the beer.  Really, it wasn't the beer.  I 
just... I don't know.  I wanted to experience sex and...", she collected 
her words.  "You were safe."
 	Bryce paused.  "Safe?"
 	"Well, it's more than that.  I think you're... gorgeous... but I 
knew you wouldn't hurt me.  Emotionally."
 	Bryce took that strange sentence to be a compliment.  He paused 
for a minute, then spoke.
 	"Let's get out of the house.  Let's go do something."
 	"Like what?"
 	"I don't know.  Let's go have fun."
 	She thought.  "Let's go to San Francisco!"
 	"San Francisco?"
 	"Yeah, we can take BART!  There's a bus stop at the front of the 
neighborhood."
 	"We can't go to San Francisco!"
 	"Why not?"
 	"Dad would kill us!"
 	She gave him a funny look.  "Hello Bryce, we're having sex!  I 
think riding BART to San Francisco is a minor issue at this point."
 	"What if someone sees us?"
 	"Who cares?  We're siblings.  We're allowed to do stuff together. 
What are people going to say.  'There's those Williamson twins.  They must 
be sleeping together.'"
 	Bryce couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that statement.
 	"Okay.  Go get ready and we'll go."
 	Brittany kissed her brother then went upstairs.

 	Bryce cleaned up the downstairs a little while she showered.  He 
crushed the beer cans and put them in the wastebasket with his use 
condoms.  He had this vision of them getting killed in a freak subway 
crash and their parents finding everything.
 	He had breakfast waiting for his sister.  She was wearing jeans 
and a Stanford sweatshirt.  She looked hot.  Literally.
 	"Uh, sis, it's like, 90 out."
 	"Bryce.  Do you have any idea what it's like in San Francisco 
today?  It's 52."
 	"Oh.  That's right."
 	She gave him a smug look.  Before they left Bryce changed into 
jeans and carried his Oakland A's sweatshirt.
 	Later that morning the pair surfaced at the Montgomery Street BART 
station.  While his sister showered he had also checked out some websites 
about San Francisco.  He acted like he knew exactly what he was doing in 
an attempt to impress his sister.  The fact he first took her two blocks 
the wrong way melted away any notion that he knew what he was doing.  They 
ate hot dogs and watched the seals off the wharfs.  They did a lot of 
walking, but very little shopping.  All in all they both had an enjoyable 
day.  By late afternoon they were approaching their house.
 	"Wow, Bryce, that was so cool!  I had no idea we could get to the 
city that easily."
 	"It was your idea."
 	"I know, but I thought it was going to be a pain.  It was fun."
 	Bryce had this image now of his stern faced parents at the door 
holding up condoms and beer cans demanding to know what was going on.  But 
the house was empty when they entered.
 	"Bryce we ought to..."
 	Brittany was interrupted by a hard, passionate kiss from her 
brother.  She squeezed him and pressed her lips hard against his.  Bryce 
moved his lips across her cheek to her ear.
 	"The bedroom?"
 	She dropped her sweatshirt and playfully pushed her brother ahead 
of her.  They were at a slow jog by the time they reached the threshold of 
their parents' bedroom.  They left a trail of clothes to the bed and were 
rolling, embracing, kissing on the still unmade bed.
 	Brittany propped her body up on her elbow and looked her brother 
in the eye.
 	"Bryce, this is going to sound strange, but I want to know if I 
can do something?"
 	"Okay.  What?"
 	"Well."  She gave a nervous grin.  "I want."  She paused.  "I want 
to see what your orgasm looks like."
 	Bryce didn't think the question was strange.  Unexpected maybe, 
but not strange.
 	"Okay."
 	"So, can I just give you a... just play with you.  A hand job?"
 	"Sure."
 	"Okay, just lie back and relax."
 	Brittany fluffed some pillows so her brother was somewhere between 
lying down and sitting upright.  While she was using the bathroom that 
morning she reread an article in one of those trashy women's magazines 
about pleasuring your man in bed.  She figured she'd use some of those 
techniques then watch him squirt.  She didn't know why, that just seemed 
interesting.
 	She held the base of his shaft then lightly licked around the base 
of his head.  His dick twitched and he sucked in air.  She did it again. 
He tensed.  She ran her tongue over the top of his head.  She picked up 
some of his juice.  Salty.  Wonderful!  She wrapped her lips around him 
and took his whole dick.  The previous night she hadn't focused on his 
deep he was going.  She wanted his whole cock in her mouth.  She could 
feel him against the back of her mouth.  Her lips were pressed against his 
public hair.  She slowly let him back out, then took him again.  She could 
taste more juice.  She eased him back out, but let her teeth lightly 
scrape against him.  As his head passed her teeth she lightly moved her 
lower jaw left to right.  She felt his ass muscle tighten.  She started 
playing with his balls.  At first she was gentle, but got rougher with him 
as she simultaneously stroked his cock.  God he had a gorgeous dick!  She 
licked the underside of his cock near his head.  She heard him moan.  He 
stroked her hair with his left hand.
 	"Britt, I'm really close."
 	She kissed his shaft then started stroking with her hand.  She 
felt him pulsate.  She gave another hard rub.  Then another.  The first 
squirt landed on his chin.  The second on his chest.  She tried to repoint 
her brother's dick, but hit his neck.  The subsequent squirts landed on 
his stomach.
 	"Oh my God, Bryce, I'm sorry."  She followed her apology with a 
giggle, then grabbed a tissue to wipe his chin.  She licked the spot on 
his chin, then started licking the spots on his neck and chest.  Her 
brother just lied there.
 	"Are you okay?"
 	He looked at her.  "Did you somehow take lessons since last 
night?"
 	She giggled.  "What do you mean?"
 	"You did... that... differently today.  And oh fuck it felt good."
 	She smiled and shrugged.  "Women's intuition."
 	Brittany licked up most of her brother's spunk, the lied next to 
him.  She kissed his shoulder.  Her stomach rumbled.
 	"Want to take a shower then make dinner?"
 	Bryce was pretty hungry too.  It wasn't yet 5.
 	"Sure."
 	The two took a quick shower, mostly washing themselves.  Bryce 
slipped on some boxers while his sister donned their mother's bathrobe. 
They boiled some pasta and heated some sauce.  They had managed to cook, 
eat, and clean in about 45 minutes.  They returned to the bedroom.
 	"I'm going to call mom so she's doesn't interrupt us."
 	"Yeah, tell her not to call when we're having sex."
 	"Sure, I'll mention that."

 	Margaret heard her cell phone ring.  She pulled it out of her 
purse.
 	"Oh my God, it's the kids."
 	She answered it.
 	"Hello?"
 	"Hi, mommy."
 	"Britt, what's wrong?"
 	"Nothing."
 	"Why are you calling?"
 	"I was bored and thought I'd check in with you to let you know we 
haven't burned the house down."
 	Margaret let out her breath.  "That's good dear.  What have you 
two done all day?"
 	"We played Monopoly."  Brittany grimaced unsure if they still 
owned a Monopoly set.
 	"Wow.  You two haven't played that in years."
 	"Yeah, I'm still terrible at it."
 	"We're pulling into the restaurant now.  We'll be home tomorrow 
afternoon.  Probably late.  We'll pick up something for dinner.  Love 
you."
 	"I love you too."
 	Margaret dropped the phone back in her purse.
 	"They're fine."
 	"I told you."
 	"Well, I expected us having to return home Friday."
 	"I keep telling you.  As long as we treat them like adults, 
they'll act like adults."
 	She smiled.  "I think you're actually right for a change."

 	Bryce and Brittany were embraced in a passionate kiss.
 	"Is this what it's like to be an adult?", she asked between 
kisses.
 	"What?  Fucking your sister all night?"
 	"You know what I mean."
 	"God I hope so."
 	"Oh, oh.  I want to show you something."  She grabbed her 
brother's laptop.  "This."
 	Doggy style.
 	She looked back at it.  "He's in her vagina, it's not anal sex!"
 	"I know."
 	Doggy style was probably the best known sexual position among 14 
year-old boys.
 	She put the laptop down and playfully pushed her brother onto his 
back.  She licked his head as she had before.  This time he grabbed her 
thigh and pulled.  She took the hint.  Bryce looked up and saw nothing but 
his sister's pussy.  She was practically smothering him with it.  Awesome. 
He licked her hard.  He gave her gentle, oh so gentle, bites as she had 
done him.  Since he was on his back, his hands were free.  He stroked her 
breasts, played with her nipples, rubbed her pelvis, and fingered her. 
She started giving him her puppy yelps.  That sound just drove him mad. 
In a good way.  He slid two fingers into her this time.  She released his 
dick from her mouth and let out with a loud yelp.  He could feel her 
orgasm.  He moved his fingers around and licked her harder.  She bit down 
on the inside of his thigh.  It hurt, but it was a good hurt.  She pulled 
her body off of his.  Without words she stacked up some pillows and placed 
them under her belly.  She raised his ass high in the air.  Bryce loved 
the view.  He could see everything.  Her asshole.  Her vagina was open. 
Her open lips revealed everything.  For some odd reason he envision a baby 
coming out of her.  That reminded him.  A condom.  He slid it on.  His 
sister obediently waited for him.  She slid himself in.  He almost came 
immediately.
 	"Baseball!", he thought out loud.  "Think of baseball."  He took a 
couple of deep breaths.  The urge had passed.  He started his stroke.  It 
took them a few strokes to get it right.  She lowered her ass, her stomach 
resting more on the pillows.  Bryce moved his hands from her ass to her 
breasts.  She moaned and reached around for his ass cheeks and got them. 
She turned her head back.  They kissed.  She buried her face back in the 
pillow.  Bryce reached around and found his sister's clit.  He started 
rubbing it.  He had never whacked a poodle with a rake.  But the sound she 
made came close.  He pulled his hand back.
 	She panted.  "Please put your hand back."
 	He did.  With each forward stroke she yelped.  Each one louder. 
He then heard what he thought were four poodles being hit.  He felt like a 
vise grip had taken hold of his cock.  Her vagina vibrated hard.  He was 
convinced he'd have to pull his condom out of her throat given how hard 
his orgasm was.  It shook his entire body.  Until this point his orgasms 
were only mildly better than masturbating.  This was was like twenty 
orgasms rolled into one.
 	They both relaxed.  Bryce could feel his sister's ass in his 
stomach.  It felt great.  They lied like that for a minute.  Maybe two. 
The only sounds in the room were the air conditioner, the ceiling fan, and 
their breathing.  He pulled himself out and rolled beside her.  She spun 
her body around and faced him.  She grabbed his ears and gave him a deep 
kiss, his tongue going in as far as it would go.  She raked her 
fingernails across his chest.
 	"Bryce, I think I've died and gone to heaven."
 	Bryce wasn't sure what to say.  He just breathed.
 	"My God, Bryce.  That was incredible."
 	Bryce kissed his sister.
 	"I thought we had an earthquake.", he said to her.
 	"My God, we probably caused one."
 	The just held each other.  The air conditioner shut off.
 	"Want to take another bath?"
 	Brittany kissed her brother and said, "I'd love to."

 	The siblings sat in the tub with the jets running and just talked. 
Silly brother sister stuff.  That time Brittany broke the vase and Bryce 
was blamed for it.  How Brittany could ride a bike immediately, but it 
took Bryce a lot longer.  He was afraid of falling.  The time Brittany ate 
a piece of chalk thinking it was a candy cigarette.  They sat quietly for 
a minute.
 	"Okay, Bryce, it's your turn."
 	"What's my turn?"
 	"I have picked everything we have done in the bedroom.  What do 
you want to do?"
 	"I liked what we just did."
 	"Something else."
 	Bryce thought for a minute.  He did have a fantasy.  It was the 
one he usually jerked-off to.  It involved Haley Madison, one of the 
cheerleaders from middle school.  Bryce would score the winning touchdown. 
Haley would meet him after the game.  He chased her, pulling off her 
cheerleading uniform.  They had long, passionate sex under the bleachers. 
However Bryce usually spilled his seed just thinking about ripping her bra 
off.  It wasn't a rape fantasy.  Haley was just playing hard to get.
 	"Bryce?"
 	He just sat in the tub with a grin on his face.
 	"Do you have an old shirt.  Something tight or too small?"
 	She just looked at him.  "I'm sure I do.  You want to pretend I'm 
a hooker?"
 	"Huh?  No.  No, nothing like that.  Just... wait, never mind."
 	"No, what?"
 	"It's too perverted."
 	"Come on.  We've been pretty perverted all weekend."
 	"I want to chase you through the house.  You play hard to get. 
Just playfully beat me off."
 	"Beat you off?"
 	Bryce realized what he had just said.  "You know, playfully fight 
me off."
 	"Hmmmm..... has potential."
 	"I won't really hurt you.  I'll just pretend to attack you."
 	Brittany stood up and stepped out of the tub.  Bryce still 
couldn't get over how gorgeous she was naked.  She dried off then wrapped 
the towel around her.  She used a second towel to dry her hair.
 	"Give me ten or fifteen minutes to get ready."  She winked at him 
and went up to her room.

 	Bryce had settled on wearing briefs and a loose pair of shorts. 
No shirt.  He slid a condom into his pocket.  He went around and closed 
all of the curtains.  His parents had installed heavy curtains a few years 
ago when California energy prices skyrocketed.
 	He heard the stairs creak as his sister made her way down. 
Bryce's jaw dropped.  She was wearing a thin white and pink shirt that he 
hadn't seen in ages.  It was so tight he swore he could make out every 
crease on her nipples.  She was wearing a white bra underneath.  She also 
wore very tight fitting purple shorts.  She ran her thumb under the legs 
of the shorts.
 	"These things keep riding into my crack."
 	Bryce continued to stand there.  His sister walked over.  She 
grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pulled him close as if to kiss him 
then gave him a playful slap.
 	"Bet you can't get me."
 	She ran into the kitchen.
 	The slap brought Bryce out of his daze.  He ran after her.  She 
was already on the far side of the kitchen table.  She was making "moose 
antlers" placing her thumbs against her ears and waving her fingers as she 
stuck her tongue out at him.  He faked right and she went right, but 
stopped.  He faked left, then leaped onto the table.  Brittany let out 
with a scream and ran the long way around the table back into the kitchen. 
Bryce jumped down and caught his sister's shirt with his left hand.  He 
reached around with his right and grabbed her left breast.  She spun loose 
and then turned and faced her brother.
 	"You always grab your sister's tits like that?"
 	Bryce lunged forward and caught some shirt and her left bra strap. 
Brittany spun around again, but Bryce hung on.  Her bra strap popped and 
his finger tips tore into her shirt.  He lost his grip again.  Brittany 
ran a few steps back into the family room.  She then took a few more steps 
backwards into the foyer.  She was breathing hard.
 	"My God Bryce, you can't even tackle a girl?", she said with added 
emphasis on the word "girl".  She ripped the shirt open more and pulled 
her bra cup out of the way revealing her breast.  "Is this what you want? 
Your sister's tit?"  She giggled and ran for the stairs.
 	Haley never fought this much in his fantasy.  He took off up the 
stairs.  He heard his sister's door slam.  He ran down the hall to her 
room.  She was standing on her bed.
 	"Come on.  Tackle me."
 	Bryce was afraid of hurting his sister, but couldn't resist.  He 
dove for her.  They both landed, Bryce's face in her stomach.  He reached 
up and tore at her shirt.  With a solid rip he had removed everything 
except her right sleeve and the piece of material that formed the neck. 
Brittany started flailing her legs to get away.  Bryce pawed and her bra. 
Both her breasts were exposed, but the bra remained on.  Brittany 
continued to squirm and broke loose.  She immediately stood, ran across 
the bed over Bryce and ran back down the hall to the stairs.  Bryce could 
hear her footsteps down the stairs.  He took a deep breath and followed 
her.  He found her in the family room.
 	"Come on!  I know girls who tackle better than that."
 	Bryce was getting tired of this.  He ran fast and hard.  He held 
his arms around and pushed hard into her breasts knocking her to the 
couch.  He fell on top of her and immediately started pulling her shorts 
off.  He got them down to her knees.  She was giggling.
 	"Okay Bryce, you won."
 	He looked his sister in the eye.
 	"I hope you have a condom on you because I'm ready to fuck your 
brains out."
 	Bryce stood up.  His sister only removed her shorts and the 
remains of her shirt and bra.  Bryce took out his condom and removed his 
clothes.
 	"Can I put it on you?"
 	Bryce handed his sister the condom.  She smiled then leaned 
forward and took his very erect dick in her mouth.  Bryce moaned then 
flinched.  The bitch bit him.  She got up and taunted him with the condom.
 	"Oh, did I do that wrong?", she said as she waved the square 
package.
 	The bite didn't hurt.  In fact it felt good.  But Jesus.  He 
tackled her hard this time.  Their parents had an "L" shaped couch.  He 
pinned her against the other "L" with such force the couch rocked back, 
slowly, then fell over dumping them onto the floor.
 	"Shit, Britt are you okay?"
 	She was still giggling.
 	"I'm fine.  Now get that thing on and fuck me."
 	Bryce obeyed orders.  Within seconds he was inside her.  It was 
only then that he noticed they were practically in the foyer.  If anyone 
walked in the front door they would see a flipped over couch and the twins 
fucking.
 	Brittany didn't climax, but her brother did.  The thrill of the 
chase had been erotic enough.  God her brother was an animal.

 	Half an hour later the siblings were back in their parents' bed. 
Bryce had put the furniture back and Brittany had picked up her shreds of 
clothing.  Bryce reached around and stroked her clit.  She kissed him.
 	"Oh Bryce, I'm sore down there."
 	"What's wrong?"
 	"What's wrong?  It's never been used before and you've been 
pounding on it all weekend.  That's what's wrong with it."
 	"Oh."
 	She saw his pout.  "Oh Bryce, don't give me that look.  I'd fuck 
you all night if I could.  Maybe in the morning."
 	Brittany fell asleep first.  Bryce was still awake.  He was 
holding his sister.  He rubbed his hard cock on her ass, but fell asleep 
himself before orgasming.  The pair slept until morning.

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