So Wrong, Yet So Right 2/?
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April 9 2013, 22:30:26 UTC
“Do you hear that?” she asked, tilting her head in different directions to try and locate the sound.
“Hear what?” the twins responded in unison.
“That buzzing,” Hannah said before falling silent. The three of them stared around, but the buzzing, whatever it was, had stopped.
“Maybe the neighbors are watching something on the extranet,” Jane mused as John laid his book down and picked up all three of their trays, taking them into the kitchenette.
“Could have sworn I heard a buzzing,” Hannah said confusedly. “You two will need to shower before you go to bed tonight, however,” she said, leaning around the corner so her voice could be heard in the kitchenette.
Hannah heard John give a sigh as he scraped off the trays before putting them in the waste chute.
“Fine,” Jane said, standing and scooting in her chair.
Jane ducked into her room to grab two towels and a change of clothes for both of them, throwing the bundle of clothes and towel at John as he appeared from the kitchen. John caught them as they hit his face and followed his sister into the bathroom, the door hissing shut behind them.
Hannah sighed as she picked up the datapad with the latest novel she had been reading on it from where she left it in the kitchen. She was their mother, and even she had a hard time understanding the twins. They never got in any huge fights with each other, never asked for separate rooms, and even agreed to share shower times to conserve water, for which Hannah was grateful.
The extranet said it wasn’t unusual for twins to have an above-average attachment to each other, but most of what she could find on the subject was for same-sex twins. Still, they never complained, even after station-hopping with her and their father, unless they were separated, at which point they became moody until they were reunited.
Hannah gave up trying to reason out the impenetrable minds of the twins and lost herself in the obscenely descript novel version of Fleet and Flotilla.
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Jane was eminently surprised. John managed to keep his hands off of her both at dinner and until the water of the shower was running. It wasn’t until she had stripped down and was stepping into the water, pointedly ignoring her brother, that she felt his hands surround her, one hand coming around to cover her mouth as the other slid down her belly between her legs.
“You almost got us caught,” he whispered into her ear, his warm body pressed against hers, his hardness pressing in between the cheeks of her ass.
Jane moaned involuntarily into his hand as his fingers slid down between her legs, on either side of her slit. Her wetness coated them, still trickling down her legs as the tiny vibrator inside of her buzzed pleasurably. John let out a sigh as she pushed her hips against his hand, trying to create more pressure to relieve the aching she felt on her clit.
“And I have to cover your mouth so you don’t give us away in here,” he hissed, his breath tickling her ear as he guided her under the running water. “I swear, between goading me and your slutty moans, I’d say you WANT to get caught,” he said, a little louder over the rushing of the water as it covered them.
Jane turned her head around, her brother’s hand still over her mouth, and shook her head as best she could at him, all the while her eyes pleaded for him to touch her. He didn’t, however, still running his fingers all around the outside of her entrance, teasing the inner folds only momentarily before darting away. It was maddening to Jane.
She took one of her hands away from where it was bracing her against the wall to tug his hand away so she could speak.
“Only you,” she said breathlessly over the sound of the shower, “I only want you to fuck me.” She moved her other hand, allowing herself to be mashed into the shower wall, breasts pressed into her chest, as she grabbed John’s hand to move him to her clit. “Please,” she said desperately, “Please, fuck me before the water runs out.”
“Hear what?” the twins responded in unison.
“That buzzing,” Hannah said before falling silent. The three of them stared around, but the buzzing, whatever it was, had stopped.
“Maybe the neighbors are watching something on the extranet,” Jane mused as John laid his book down and picked up all three of their trays, taking them into the kitchenette.
“Could have sworn I heard a buzzing,” Hannah said confusedly. “You two will need to shower before you go to bed tonight, however,” she said, leaning around the corner so her voice could be heard in the kitchenette.
Hannah heard John give a sigh as he scraped off the trays before putting them in the waste chute.
“Fine,” Jane said, standing and scooting in her chair.
Jane ducked into her room to grab two towels and a change of clothes for both of them, throwing the bundle of clothes and towel at John as he appeared from the kitchen. John caught them as they hit his face and followed his sister into the bathroom, the door hissing shut behind them.
Hannah sighed as she picked up the datapad with the latest novel she had been reading on it from where she left it in the kitchen. She was their mother, and even she had a hard time understanding the twins. They never got in any huge fights with each other, never asked for separate rooms, and even agreed to share shower times to conserve water, for which Hannah was grateful.
The extranet said it wasn’t unusual for twins to have an above-average attachment to each other, but most of what she could find on the subject was for same-sex twins. Still, they never complained, even after station-hopping with her and their father, unless they were separated, at which point they became moody until they were reunited.
Hannah gave up trying to reason out the impenetrable minds of the twins and lost herself in the obscenely descript novel version of Fleet and Flotilla.
---
Jane was eminently surprised. John managed to keep his hands off of her both at dinner and until the water of the shower was running. It wasn’t until she had stripped down and was stepping into the water, pointedly ignoring her brother, that she felt his hands surround her, one hand coming around to cover her mouth as the other slid down her belly between her legs.
“You almost got us caught,” he whispered into her ear, his warm body pressed against hers, his hardness pressing in between the cheeks of her ass.
Jane moaned involuntarily into his hand as his fingers slid down between her legs, on either side of her slit. Her wetness coated them, still trickling down her legs as the tiny vibrator inside of her buzzed pleasurably. John let out a sigh as she pushed her hips against his hand, trying to create more pressure to relieve the aching she felt on her clit.
“And I have to cover your mouth so you don’t give us away in here,” he hissed, his breath tickling her ear as he guided her under the running water. “I swear, between goading me and your slutty moans, I’d say you WANT to get caught,” he said, a little louder over the rushing of the water as it covered them.
Jane turned her head around, her brother’s hand still over her mouth, and shook her head as best she could at him, all the while her eyes pleaded for him to touch her. He didn’t, however, still running his fingers all around the outside of her entrance, teasing the inner folds only momentarily before darting away. It was maddening to Jane.
She took one of her hands away from where it was bracing her against the wall to tug his hand away so she could speak.
“Only you,” she said breathlessly over the sound of the shower, “I only want you to fuck me.” She moved her other hand, allowing herself to be mashed into the shower wall, breasts pressed into her chest, as she grabbed John’s hand to move him to her clit. “Please,” she said desperately, “Please, fuck me before the water runs out.”
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