Brotherly bond
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superellenOriginal story
Based on prompt: Twincest
Siblings fight. That's a normal thing to do, they just fight a lot. Even when their parents tell them to stop, they keep fighting, because each of them doesn't want the others to win. Notwithstanding this, they still know each other better than they know themselves. And sometimes it's surprising, but other times it isn't; sometimes it's just annoying.
Andrew Caulfield, 23 years old, is the oldest of four. He's trying to exercise in the back yard, doing push-ups under the rays of spring sun. He is so concentrated on what he's doing that he doesn't even notice his sister approaching him until she talks to him. "I think that there's something wrong with the twins" states Ellen Caulfield, 20 years old, the middle child. She stops beside her brother, hands on her hips and elbows sticking out.
Andrew stops in the middle of a push-up to stare at his sister. "Not my problem" he replies, then he goes back to his exercises. She frowns at him, trying to stare him dead, but he doesn't budge, he just keeps going. "Ass!" Ellen declares soon after, turning around and leaving him alone, walking with her nose in the air and an outraged expression painted on her face. Fine. If her brother doesn't want to listen to her, she has to solve the problem with the twins herself!
Jackson and Matthew Caulfield, 16 years old, are twins, the babies of the house. They were born about 5 minutes apart, and from there they never really separated. But lately there's something wrong with them, something that probably even the walls have noticed, but their sister is the only one who seems to be able to talk about it. It's very unlikely that she's the only one who notices their change in behavior, but she does seem to be the only one who cares about them enough to worry about that kind of stuff.
Walking back towards her bedroom, Ellen sees the twins on the living room couch, arguing for the remote to turn on the TV. "Give it to me, the game is on!" Jackson yells, hands patting randomly his brother's arms trying to reach the remote that Matthew is holding. Matthew, on the other hand, just stretches some more, in order to keep the desired object away from his twin. "I want to see the documentary on National Geographic, and it's my turn to decide!" Matthew echoes the other's voice. "But it's as boring as hell, so you have no right to choose" Jackson comments, and Matthew in return just kicks his on the knee.
Ellen watches the two for an entire minute before she decides that she'd had enough. The girl approaches the twins, takes the remote away from Matthew's hand and turns on the TV, letting herself fall on the couch half on top of her brothers. The channel she chooses is showing a rerun of Grey's Anatomy. Both of the twins at this point try to push her away, but she only sprawls more on the couch, until the only thing the boys can do is to get up and leave. Well, at least they're not arguing anymore.
They both scowl while walking towards their shared bedroom, and when they are both inside Jackson slams the door. Matthew is already lying on his own bed, a Nintendo Switch in his hands. He only has time to turn it on, however, that his brother snatches it from his hands and opens the latest Pokémon game. "Give it back, that's mine!" Matthew protests, and with those words he launches himself at his twin brother. They both lose their footing and fall, Jackson on the ground and Matthew on top of him.
They both have their hands on the videogame now, and they're fighting for it. Matthew is straddling Jackson's lap, while each of them tries to pull the Nintendo Switch away. And they continue for a while, biting each other's hands and trying to knee each other in sensible areas. They go on until the Switch flies out of their hands and lands on the floor behind Jackson's head. Matthew tries to catch it before it hits the ground, afraid it might break, but all he manages is to fall on top of his brother, headbutting him.
And right at that point they stop. They stop and look at each other in the eye, their expressions so serious now. "Jack..." Matthew whispers. "We can't, Matt" the other replies, his voice as low as his brother's. Their noses are only a few inches apart, and they're breathing against each other. Jackson puts both hands on his twin's hips and tries to push the other away, but it doesn't work, because Matthew responds to that by grinding their crotches one against the other.
Jackson holds his breath. He seems ready to push the other away one more time, but when Matthew stops grinding and lifts himself a little, Jackson is the one to pull him back down and jerk his own hips upwards at the same time. And that's when they kiss.
They promised that last time was really the last, they promise it every time, but it never is. Because the truth is that they can't get enough of each other. Five minutes later, they're both naked, Matthew on his back on Jackson's bed with his brother kneeling between his open legs. They're both jerking off while staring at each other.
"I can't come like this. I need to touch you, I need you to touch me" Jackson says, panting. Jackson is the one who is obsessed with his brother's cock the most. Every time he acts like he doesn't want to do anything, feeling the guilt for all of the previous times, but in the end he is the one who can't get enough of what they're doing.
Matthew moans and closes his eyes, letting go of his own cock and blindly trying to reach for his brother's. Jackson has to help him find it, but when he does he grabs it with strength, cutting his brother's breath entirely. Jackson doesn't want to come alone, he wants Matthew to do the same. So he reaches down once again and takes a hold of the other's cock as well.
They don't need to jerk each other off for long. Each of them know the other's body entirely, since it's exactly the same as his own. Each of them knows what the other likes the most, because they like the same identical touches. This is why they move their hands in perfect sync, applying the same exact amount of pressure. When they start shaking at the same time, they both know that they're close.
Jackson reaches down and kisses Matthew. It's messy, open mouthed and full of saliva, but it doesn't matter, because it stops them from yelling each other's names while they spill their loads in each other's hands at the same time. They try to breath while they milk each other until there's nothing left inside, but it's not an easy task. Especially considering that they need to keep quiet, because their siblings are just downstairs.
When they think they're able to move again, Jackson starts to pull back. They're still holding each other's cocks in their hands, living the magic of the moment, when the door of their bedroom slams open. They immediately let go of each other and Jackson jumps to his feet, both panicking, turning towards the door to see who's there. That's when they notice the shocked expression painted on their sister's face.
"Oh" she says, unable to pronunce anything more. "Ellen..." Jackson tries to start, moving a step towards her, both hands in front of his body in a gesture that tells his sister to stay calm. However there's cum on his fingers and stomach, so no, Ellen is not calming down. Instead, she's staring at the mess with eyes wide open.
"Fuck!" Matthew states, trying to get up himself, but looking for something to use to cover his nakedness. Before he can stand up, however, Ellen is running away, yelling for their older brother. They know that they're completely fucked when they realize that she's laughing, meaning that probably both of their older siblings are going to find the situation amusing. So now they have a really good reason to stop doing it, because otherwise they will never hear the end of it.
Based on prompt: Twincest
Siblings fight. That's a normal thing to do, they just fight a lot. Even when their parents tell them to stop, they keep fighting, because each of them doesn't want the others to win. Notwithstanding this, they still know each other better than they know themselves. And sometimes it's surprising, but other times it isn't; sometimes it's just annoying.
Andrew Caulfield, 23 years old, is the oldest of four. He's trying to exercise in the back yard, doing push-ups under the rays of spring sun. He is so concentrated on what he's doing that he doesn't even notice his sister approaching him until she talks to him. "I think that there's something wrong with the twins" states Ellen Caulfield, 20 years old, the middle child. She stops beside her brother, hands on her hips and elbows sticking out.
Andrew stops in the middle of a push-up to stare at his sister. "Not my problem" he replies, then he goes back to his exercises. She frowns at him, trying to stare him dead, but he doesn't budge, he just keeps going. "Ass!" Ellen declares soon after, turning around and leaving him alone, walking with her nose in the air and an outraged expression painted on her face. Fine. If her brother doesn't want to listen to her, she has to solve the problem with the twins herself!
Jackson and Matthew Caulfield, 16 years old, are twins, the babies of the house. They were born about 5 minutes apart, and from there they never really separated. But lately there's something wrong with them, something that probably even the walls have noticed, but their sister is the only one who seems to be able to talk about it. It's very unlikely that she's the only one who notices their change in behavior, but she does seem to be the only one who cares about them enough to worry about that kind of stuff.
Walking back towards her bedroom, Ellen sees the twins on the living room couch, arguing for the remote to turn on the TV. "Give it to me, the game is on!" Jackson yells, hands patting randomly his brother's arms trying to reach the remote that Matthew is holding. Matthew, on the other hand, just stretches some more, in order to keep the desired object away from his twin. "I want to see the documentary on National Geographic, and it's my turn to decide!" Matthew echoes the other's voice. "But it's as boring as hell, so you have no right to choose" Jackson comments, and Matthew in return just kicks his on the knee.
Ellen watches the two for an entire minute before she decides that she'd had enough. The girl approaches the twins, takes the remote away from Matthew's hand and turns on the TV, letting herself fall on the couch half on top of her brothers. The channel she chooses is showing a rerun of Grey's Anatomy. Both of the twins at this point try to push her away, but she only sprawls more on the couch, until the only thing the boys can do is to get up and leave. Well, at least they're not arguing anymore.
They both scowl while walking towards their shared bedroom, and when they are both inside Jackson slams the door. Matthew is already lying on his own bed, a Nintendo Switch in his hands. He only has time to turn it on, however, that his brother snatches it from his hands and opens the latest Pokémon game. "Give it back, that's mine!" Matthew protests, and with those words he launches himself at his twin brother. They both lose their footing and fall, Jackson on the ground and Matthew on top of him.
They both have their hands on the videogame now, and they're fighting for it. Matthew is straddling Jackson's lap, while each of them tries to pull the Nintendo Switch away. And they continue for a while, biting each other's hands and trying to knee each other in sensible areas. They go on until the Switch flies out of their hands and lands on the floor behind Jackson's head. Matthew tries to catch it before it hits the ground, afraid it might break, but all he manages is to fall on top of his brother, headbutting him.
And right at that point they stop. They stop and look at each other in the eye, their expressions so serious now. "Jack..." Matthew whispers. "We can't, Matt" the other replies, his voice as low as his brother's. Their noses are only a few inches apart, and they're breathing against each other. Jackson puts both hands on his twin's hips and tries to push the other away, but it doesn't work, because Matthew responds to that by grinding their crotches one against the other.
Jackson holds his breath. He seems ready to push the other away one more time, but when Matthew stops grinding and lifts himself a little, Jackson is the one to pull him back down and jerk his own hips upwards at the same time. And that's when they kiss.
They promised that last time was really the last, they promise it every time, but it never is. Because the truth is that they can't get enough of each other. Five minutes later, they're both naked, Matthew on his back on Jackson's bed with his brother kneeling between his open legs. They're both jerking off while staring at each other.
"I can't come like this. I need to touch you, I need you to touch me" Jackson says, panting. Jackson is the one who is obsessed with his brother's cock the most. Every time he acts like he doesn't want to do anything, feeling the guilt for all of the previous times, but in the end he is the one who can't get enough of what they're doing.
Matthew moans and closes his eyes, letting go of his own cock and blindly trying to reach for his brother's. Jackson has to help him find it, but when he does he grabs it with strength, cutting his brother's breath entirely. Jackson doesn't want to come alone, he wants Matthew to do the same. So he reaches down once again and takes a hold of the other's cock as well.
They don't need to jerk each other off for long. Each of them know the other's body entirely, since it's exactly the same as his own. Each of them knows what the other likes the most, because they like the same identical touches. This is why they move their hands in perfect sync, applying the same exact amount of pressure. When they start shaking at the same time, they both know that they're close.
Jackson reaches down and kisses Matthew. It's messy, open mouthed and full of saliva, but it doesn't matter, because it stops them from yelling each other's names while they spill their loads in each other's hands at the same time. They try to breath while they milk each other until there's nothing left inside, but it's not an easy task. Especially considering that they need to keep quiet, because their siblings are just downstairs.
When they think they're able to move again, Jackson starts to pull back. They're still holding each other's cocks in their hands, living the magic of the moment, when the door of their bedroom slams open. They immediately let go of each other and Jackson jumps to his feet, both panicking, turning towards the door to see who's there. That's when they notice the shocked expression painted on their sister's face.
"Oh" she says, unable to pronunce anything more. "Ellen..." Jackson tries to start, moving a step towards her, both hands in front of his body in a gesture that tells his sister to stay calm. However there's cum on his fingers and stomach, so no, Ellen is not calming down. Instead, she's staring at the mess with eyes wide open.
"Fuck!" Matthew states, trying to get up himself, but looking for something to use to cover his nakedness. Before he can stand up, however, Ellen is running away, yelling for their older brother. They know that they're completely fucked when they realize that she's laughing, meaning that probably both of their older siblings are going to find the situation amusing. So now they have a really good reason to stop doing it, because otherwise they will never hear the end of it.
