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 Title: Devil or Angel



   Summary: Inseparable triplets do everything together, and that means
everything, from having fun, to trying ecstasy, to . . .  use your
imagination.
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,brother,sister



   Triplets

   "We're almost there," the doctor said.  "You're lucky: you have popcorn
children, and they're coming out fast."

   "That makes my vagina feel so much better, Doctor," Cristina growled.
"Thank you."

   The delivery room was a space of controlled chaos.  Raymond held his
wife's hand, whispering encouragement as he wiped her brow.  She had pushed
two of his children into the world, and the third was on the way.  She was
doing great.

   "Hurry up," Cristina gasped, trying to shake her husband's hand from her
head.

   "Almost there," the doctor said, his enthusiasm coming across his final
daughter's cries loud and clear.

   "You should have taken the epidural," Raymond told his wife.  "I would
have."

   "Are you trying to piss me off?" His wife glared at him.  "No drugs."

   In what felt like no time at all to Raymond, his three children were
born.  They were three beautiful and wonderful little lives that he had
helped to make.  He was flying on a cloud.

   "Three in one shot," Raymond said, patting his wife's brow and
accidentally tapping her eyelids and nose as he focused on his children. 
They were being examined and swaddled.  "You'll never have to go through
labor again."

   "No shit," Cristina muttered, shaking her face away from his fingers. 
"We're never having sex again."

   "They better get along for that price." Raymond stared at his children.
"Two girls and a boy -"Cristina, we're going to need a bigger house with
more bathrooms.

   Eighteen and a Half Years Later

   Andrew sat at the breakfast table with a bowl, a spoon, a gallon of
milk, and a box of cereal.  He had filled the bowl, but a young, athletic
body could not survive on one bowl alone.  The cereal would not last long.
A scowl twisted his lips before his first bite could reach his mouth.  His
older twin bounced into the room -"her perky breasts and firm butt shaking
with each of her foot-to-foot hops.

   "Mom doesn't like it when you dress like that," he said, trying not to
eye his twin's body.

   "Mom's not here," Nell said.  Her black hair danced about her shoulders
as she flaunted her barely-covered butt and its fitness-toned curves.

   "Yeah, but I am," Andrew said.  It was hard not to look at his sister.
Besides being a fitness model who liked to run around half-naked most of
the time, she and his other sister, scared away every potential woman in
his life.  There was no one else for him to look at.  That was a big
problem.

   "Stop looking at me if it bothers you." Nell turned her back to him and
pushed out her olive-tinted buns.  Pink panties encased her backside -"half
of her backside -"and her gray tank top ended above her navel, the hem
designed with a torn look that caught the eye and wouldn't let it go.  Her
clothing gave him no protection from the crisp lines of her body.

   "I'm not looking at you."

   "Are too." She looked over her shoulder at him.  "I can see you staring
at my butt." She bounced on her toes, making her cheeks vibrate like an
iron gong.

   "I'm not staring," Andrew said.  Heat filled his face.  He was naturally
tan, a mix of his father's Irish with a lot of his mother Sicilian, but
that didn't hide the flush of crimson that darkened his skin.

   "Are too, little brother," Nell said.  "What's the matter: Never seen a
woman's body before?"

   "I'm younger by a minute, and I wouldn't be looking at you if you
weren't showing off to me."

   "So you are looking," Nell said.  She grabbed a bowl and a spoon and
walked to the table, her perky breasts swinging freely under her small tank
top.

   "Stop wearing those clothes."

   "Then I guess you'd really be looking, wouldn't you?" She winked and
smiled, something silly.  "But, I won't tell Mom if you only look
-"pervert."

   Andrew narrowed his eyes.  Before he could say anything, he heard his
parents' car pull into the driveway, the best revenge by far.  Turning, he
watched his parents through the kitchen's bay windows.  They exited their
car, said something to each other, and walked toward the kitchen's side
door.

   "Ooh," Nell yelped.  She sped around the table and sat with her back to
the window, hiding her obscenely showy clothes.  The flesh of her breasts
showed through the armholes of her tank top -"the sides and underboob, her
skin soft and smooth.  She couldn't hide that from their mother.

   "Oh, look at that, Mom's here," Andrew said with a touch of smug-asshole
in his voice.  "I feel good about this.  I really do."

   "I wear less on Instagram." She shrugged and smiled at Andrew.  "Like
what you see?" she said in a posh voice while straightening her shoulders
and pushing her tits out.

   "Stop messing with me," Andrew said.  "Why do you like making me
uncomfortable?"

   "I'm only teasing you." She rolled her eyes.  "It's because you turn red
so easily and it's cute when you do."

   "Good morning, good morning," their father said when he entered the
kitchen.

   "Good morning," Andrew said to his dad and repeated the greeting to his
mother.  "Who's the tennis champ today?"

   "You know I don't like to keep score," his father said.  "Marriage is
not a competition.  It's a partnership."

   Nell snorted.

   "I won," his mother said, kissing his father's cheek.  "Again, right
Raymond?"

   "I'm a golfer," his father said, air-putting.  "Holes in one are my
forte."

   "You tee off with your putter?" Andrew asked.

   "Where's Cassidy?" Raymond asked.  "My angel wouldn't put me through
this abuse."

   "Nell," his mother snapped.  Cristina's black eyes stared at the exposed
side of her daughter's profile.  At Nell's breast.  "Go change."

   "Yeah, Nell, get up and go change," Andrew said, his tone daring her to
do it.  He tapped his sister's shin under the table.

   Nell's green eyes radiated evil, but her smile held the sweetness and
care of a dangerous devil planning her revenge.

   "After I eat," she said.  "It's only Andrew in here.  You don't look at
me" -"her smile sweetened -""do you, Andrew?"

   Andrew coughed.

   "Change before I finish my shower," Cristina said.

   His mother left the kitchen to shower the sweat from her tennis-mom
body. His father poured himself a glass of juice while watching his wife's
butt leave the kitchen, a goofy smile on his face.  His dad had no idea
what was going on in the world or what people noticed.  He finally left the
kitchen, leaving Andrew alone with Nell, again.

   "Jerk," Nell said, kicking his foot under the table.

   "Where is Cassie?" Andrew asked.  He shoveled cereal into his mouth,
talking while chewing and slurping down milk.  "I haven't seen her all
morning."

   "She's in the gym." Nell's humor faded as her green sparkled with her
growing excitement.  Sneaky-excitement.  "You're coming with me later,
right?"

   "Yeah, but keep it down."

   "Mom's upstairs and Dad" -"Nell shook her head while wearing a silly
grin -""followed her." She nudged his leg under the table.  "Relax.  Our
party is safe."

   "Shut up about it until they leave."

   "Swallow before you talk -"gross," Nell said.  "Eat properly."

   "Shut up."

   Nell chewed a mouthful of cereal, showing him the aftermath of her
determined crunching.

   "Gross, right?" Nell asked as cereal fell from her mouth and back into
her bowl.  She bit her lower lip and looked at him.

   They both laughed.

   Cassidy

   Sweat dripped from Cassie's body as she raced across the treadmill.  The
upward slant added extra strain, but her blade-lean body soared like
lightning darting across the sky.  Her sweat-soaked cotton sports bra lay
plastered to her little tits.  The treadmill lowered as another quarter
mile clicked by, and she entered her cool-down phase, the final minutes
passing quickly.

   She hopped off the machine and toweled her body, wiping sweat from her
face and drying her short blonde hair.  She took a long swig from her water
bottle, which caused her stomach muscles to ripple.

   "Ah," Cassie said, exaggerating the sound.

   "You wiped your sweat off the benches and bars, right?"

   Cassie looked at her sister, frowning, annoyed by how quiet she moved.
Ninja-quiet, ballet-style, in a way that Cassie never mastered while taking
those dance lessons.

   "I did cardio today," Cassie answered.  "I didn't touch the weights."

   "You're too cut," Nell said, but was quick to add, "you look great, but
you need that touch of softness, like me.  You can see all of my muscles,
but no one thinks they're going to cut themselves when they hold me."

   "Whatever."

   "At least you're slender and not bulky -"cheetah cut," Nell said.  "Are
you excited about the party?"

   "Yes," Cassie said.  She bit her lip.  "A little nervous, too."

   "Don't be.  We'll look after you."

   "We've never done it before," Cassie said, wondering why her sister was
desperate to try ecstasy.

   "There's a first time for everything," Nell said, looking at her
reflection in the mirrored wall.  "Want to take pics of me while I lift? 
More pictures, more clicks, more clicks, more followers, and that leads to
more ad revenue."

   "I'm going to shower, media star," Cassie said.  "I should have built my
following in junior high, too, like you."

   "You and Andrew both," Nell said.  "We could have been millionaires
before we turned twenty.  Now I'll have to be a millionaire all by my
lonesome."

   Cassie rolled her eyes as she walked by her sister.  "Want a hug?" she
said in an overly cheerful voice and stepped toward her sister.

   "Don't you dare, oh, gross!" Nell squeaked.  "Get your sweat away from
me."

   Cassie laughed, letting go of Nell as she left the gym and went
upstairs.

   She stripped out of her clothes after she entered her room, wiping her
body clean of sweat with a fresh towel.  Her thick, swollen nipples pointed
outward like two pink eraser points.  They were always hard and too
sensitive to stand sometimes.  Touching them with her soft towel sent
shivers through her damp body.

   Cassie locked her door and laid her towel on her desk chair.  She
grabbed her fan and set it to its top speed, pointed right at her as she
sat down.  Her workout had purged most of her nervous energy from her body,
but not all of it.  There was only one thing left to do.

   She rubbed her hands over the front of her thighs, wondering if she was
too lean.  "Fighter lean," her dad liked to say, "flyweight." Her hands
traveled lower until she was grazing the insides of her thighs.  She
grabbed her tablet and searched through her favorites folder, finding her
go-to porn site.

   Cassie clicked the screen, plugged in her earphones, and scooted her
round butt to the edge of her chair.  Her favorite scene at the moment was
of a step-brother and sister sleep video.  They never talked, only
uttering soft noises and sharing intense looks that held the hint of an
apology as their hands explored each other's forbidden bodies.  Their eyes
made her pussy so wet.

   She caressed her right breast, toying with her nipple while her other
hand massaged the soft skin circling her clit.  She tugged her nipple,
sending a stretchy jolt of pleasure and pain through her chest.  On her
tablet, the stepbrother was carefully pulling his sister's sheets down her
body.

   The slow, methodical manner in which the step-brother exposed his
sister's sports bra and thong panties sent pulses of heat through Cassie's
body.  She swept her fingers across her clit, tensing as pleasure shivered
through the jewel at the apex of her labia.

   "Mm," Cassie moaned, trying to keep her voice to a whisper.

   "Shh," the step-brother said without saying, pursing his lips but making
no sound when his blonde sister opened her eyes.  She stared at him with a
look of surprise that changed to sensual curiosity coupled with a how dare
you glare.

   Cassie slid her fingers lower, rubbing them across her small pussy lips.
She pushed her middle finger between her wet folds, brushing the soft
petals from side to side and spreading her pink opening.  Her juices
quickly wet her fingers.

   The step-brother ran his hand up the inside of his sister's right thigh.
She lay on her side, biting her lower lip while gazing downward at his
molesting hand.  She looked afraid to stop and too excited not to.

   "Yeah," Cassie whispered, pinching her left nipple as she slid her
middle finger through her slit and into her silky hole.  "Ooh." She kept
the moan low as her pussy walls clung to her middle digit.

   The step-brother cupped his step-sister's mound through her white
panties as best he could.  She looked at him with disbelief in her eyes and
rolled onto her back.  Spreading her legs wide, but she refused to look at
her step-brother as he held her cunny like it was his to play with.  The
sister looked away, embarrassed.

   "Let him do it," Cassie sighed.  "He needs you." She ran to her closet,
removing her rosebud-shaped dildo made of pinkish glass.  She cleaned it
after every use, and it glistened in her hand, hungry for her twat.

   She sat back in her chair, placing her heels on her desk.  She slid her
butt to the edge of the seat and angled her honey-wet pussy upward.  She
slid the rose-dildo through her lips, lubing the glass for a smooth entry
into her body.

   The step-brother was now sucking on his sister's right nipple, having
pushed her small shirt over her breasts.  The sister covered her eyes with
her forearm as her brother fingered her shiny nether lips, and she spread
her legs wide in the lewd way horny drunk girls for men they don't know.

   Cassie worked the toy into her body.  Her juices made the first push of
the glass between her lips easy, and she sighed as the edges of the rose
petals rubbed her insides tenderly.  She lowered her other hand, circling
her clit with her fingers so that her pussy throbbed with pleasure.

   God, she was wet.  The step-brother on the screen pushed his shorts
down. The sister looked at her brother's cock and then looked away, but she
offered her pussy to her brother by spreading her knees further apart.

   Cassie worked the dildo's head through her slit, staying within the
entrance to her hole.  She never went deep -"she wanted her first real cock
to have to struggle to stretch her pussy walls apart.  She already had the
cock picked out, and now she needed to convince the man who that cock
belonged to, to take her cherry.

   "Fuck me," Cassie whimpered, strumming her fingers over the wet nub of
her clit.  She turned the dildo in shallow circles that covered the glass
with her cream.  The step-brother moved between his sister's legs, and she
guided the cock to her lips.  He pushed in, and his step-sister groaned,
and Cassie came as her lower body spasmed.  She clamped her legs shut and
pulled them from the desk, scrunching them tightly against her body as her
holes clenched and unclenched as her orgasm trembled through her.

   She shivered and sat on her cum-soaked towel while trying to regain
control of her breathing.  Coming settled her nerves, for now, but there
was no telling how often she'd have to play with herself before taking
Nell's ecstasy.

   "I need a boyfriend," Cassie said.  She watched the step-brother fuck
his sister for a few minutes, sighed, and went to shower so she could play
with herself again.

   Parents' Rules

   "Thanks for joining us, my S&M queen."

   "Raymond," Cristina said, slapping his arm.  "Don't call her that."

   "Nell's my social media queen," Raymond said, looking surprised.  "She's
rich."

   Andrew and Cassie laughed like mischievous thieves.  Nell shook her
head. She sat between them, throwing her arms over their shoulders and
pulling them close to her.  Andrew's shoulder pressed into the side of his
sister's breast.

   "'Sup?" Nell asked, nodding at their parents.

   Cassie and Andrew laughed harder.

   "Knock it off," Raymond said.  "House rules, while we're away, let's
review them."

   Their mother started.  "No parties, no alcohol" -"she looked at Cassie
-""no boys" -"she looked at Andrew and Nell -""No girls.  Understood?"

   "No fun?" Nell asked.

   "We may take you with us," Cristina said.  "You're a bad influence on
the younger ones."

   "By a few minutes," Andrew said.

   "Understood?" Raymond asked in a cartoon sheriff kind of way that made
his kids smile.

   "There will be no trouble," Andrew said.  "We promise."

   "I trust you to keep them in line," Cristina said to him.

   "I can be trusted," Nell said, frowning and looking at her brother.

   "And take care of Cassidy."

   "I'm not a baby." Cassie scowled.

   "No one said you were," Cristina said to her.  "Take care of Cassie."

   Their parents studied them, waiting and when the three said they
understood, their parents left the room and went upstairs.

   "You guys know what they didn't say?" Nell asked, lifting her arms into
the air.

   "What didn't they say?" Cassie asked, giving Nell a suspicious, sidelong
stare.

   "They didn't say no drugs.  We're gonna PAR-TAY!" Nell whooped.  She
brought her hands down and grabbed her twins' thighs, digging her fingers
hard into their muscles.  She squeezed Andrew's thigh extra hard, and he
pushed her across Cassie's lap.

   "I think he wants you to spank me," Nell teased, pushing her butt into
the air.  "For hurting him."

   "Get off of me," Cassie said, pushing Nell to the floor by the side of
her butt.

   Nell laughed as she tumbled, as did her twins.

   Last Minute Planning

   Andrew watched his parents drive away as he always did when they left on
a trip.  He waited until their car was out of sight before he said, "Be
safe." He closed the door and went back into his home.

   Nell and Cassie were waiting for him in the kitchen.

   "Halloween is a couple of days away," Nell said.  "We need to
double-check everything."

   "Yes, boss," Andrew said.

   Cassie rolled her eyes.  "It's not like I have anything to do."

   "Aw," Nell said and rubbed Cassie's hair.

   "Quit it."

   "My friend Amanda is going to buy the liquor for us," Andrew said.  "I'm
paying for that and the food."

   "I'm paying for half," Cassie said.

   "Pick me, pick me," Andrew teased.

   "Shut up -"asshole."

   Andrew laughed, walked to her chair, and gave her a hug.  His sister
acted offended but then softened in his arms.  The scent of her hair
reminded of him of their mother's flower garden.

   "Enough," Nell said.  She looked him up and down.  "Amanda?"

   "Be nice to her," Andrew said.  He gave both of his sisters a hard look.
"I mean it.  Stop chasing away my friends."

   "You mean your pussy," Cassie said, laughing.

   Andrew's face warmed, and his neck grew hot.

   "I have the E hookup, but you need to come with me," Nell said, looking
at him.

   "I said I would."

   "I mean it," Nell said.  "Jazzy said this guy has great stuff, but he's
weird and he always has weird people in his home.  And he's always trying
to fuck lesbian ass."

   "Her, or 'lesbian ass?'" Cassie asked, giggling like a fool.

   "Amanda probably knows some people we could buy from," Andrew suggested.
"It would be safer."

   "The party and the ecstasy was my idea," Nell said, glaring at him. 
"You and your friend stick to buying the liquor."

   "What's with the look?" Andrew asked.  "You never like any of the girls
I bring home."

   "That's because they're slutty," Nell said.  "You need someone like"
-"she looked at Cassie -""nicer."

   Cassie laughed.  "They are slutty."

   "No sluttier than the skanks you pull off Instagram," Andrew said to
Nell, "and Twitter, and Facebook and whatever other sites you
social-media-ize on."

   "Media-ize?" Nell asked.  "That's not a word, and you forgot Tinder and
FindHer and PussyLickers dot -""

   "So when are we buying the drugs?" Andrew asked, cutting his sister off
before she could mimic someone spreading a pussy open and licking it with
her tongue.

   "We can buy the ecstasy tomorrow," Nell answered.  "You should get the
booze tonight."

   "And costumes?" Cassie asked.  "We're doing that today, right?"

   "I got work tonight," Andrew said.  "Table's won't wait on themselves."

   "What a cute job," Nell said.  "Let me pay for the alcohol."

   "No," Andrew and Cassie said at the same time.

   "We'll get your costume for you," Nell said.

   "A purple suit," Andrew said.  "I got the make-up upstairs.  I only need
the suit."

   "Queer," Nell teased.

   "Says the dike of the family."

   "Hey," Nell said, her big eyes faking hurt.

   "Sorry," Andrew said, laughing.  "Says the lesbian-dike of the family."

   "You fucker." Nell jumped from her chair.

   Andrew sprinted around the house, wondering how Nell could move so fast.
She caught him in the backyard, wrapping her arms and legs around him from
behind, which tumbled them to the ground.  They wrestled.  Nell was
everywhere, crawling on him and locking her legs around his waist, his
arms, anything she could use to hold him down.  She was like a spider
monkey on meth and Redbull.

   "Okay, okay," Andrew said.  "I'm sorry."

   Nell rolled to the side, unscissoring her legs from around his waist,
which freed his right his arm.  Andrew only gave up because he could feel
the softness between his sister's thighs that she had used to pin his
forearm to his body.

   "What?" Andrew asked when he saw his sister looking at him.  She wore
one of her rare expressions he couldn't read.

   "How did you earn a wrestling scholarship?"

   "You're out of my weight class, fatty."

   "You dick."

   Andrew was trying to throw Nell from his body when Cassie stepped
outside a minute later.  She was laughing.  Andrew sputtered, "Are you just
going to watch?"

   "No," Cassie answered and jumped in.

   Not long after, Rick found himself on his back.  Cassie's athleticism
was insane, and Nell was a fitness nut who was surprisingly strong given
her feminine muscle tone.  There was not much he could do unless he wanted
to hurt them.

   "Okay, okay," Andrew yelled as Nell straddled his chest and Cassie sat
on his waist.  "I'm sorry.  Go buy our costumes."

   Nell's fingers struck like an adder and twisted his nipple.

   "No fucking fair," Andrew said.  "I can't do the same to you."

   "You could try, but you might not let go." Nell laughed and tweaked his
other nipple.  "Pervert."

   "Fuck," Andrew growled, bucking his hips to throw Cassie off his body,
but she widened her knees and dug her fingers into sides, tickling him.

   "All right, we're going," Nell said after another torturous minute of
play.

   His sisters stood and left him alone on the grass as they walked to the
house.

   "Don't forget my suit," he called after them.

   "Yeah, yeah," they said in unison.

   "Why did you give me brothers?" he asked the sky a minute later.

   Costume Shopping

   "Wicked Romance," Cassie said, looking at the adult store Nell had
brought her to.  "Adult apparel and accessories.  This place?"

   "Yeah," Nell said.  "You're dressing as a pure-white angel, and I'm
going to wear the sensual red of a devil.  We're going to be sexy as fuck."

   Cassie groaned as they got out of Nell's car.

   "What's wrong?" Nell asked.  "It's where we bought your boyfriend."

   "Shut up," Cassie growled, looking around as if someone could hear.

   Nell laughed at her.

   Cassie frowned.  "When you said, 'sexy,' I thought you meant Walmart
sexy, not stripper sexy."

   "What's the point of working on our bodies if we aren't going to show
them off?" Nell gave her a serious look.  "I show mine off all the time."

   "That's different," Cassie said.  "You're in workout gear and flexing,
so people subscribe to you and read your blogs and buy shit from you. 
We're going to be half-naked at a party with our friends and our brother."

   "So," Nell said.  "Andrew sees us half-naked all the time.  Shut up and
grab my hand, you baby."

   Cassie growled again, but she walked to the front of the car and took
Nell's hand -"they always held hands when they went out together.  They'd
been doing it for a lifetime.

   Inside, they had to present their driver licenses at the counter, but
then they were free to roam the store.  "Come on, let's get it over
with," Nell said, dragging Cassie through the aisles like she was walking a
toddler to the dentist chair.

   "Get what over with?" Cassie asked, her cheeks turning red as she
followed Nell.

   "Your obsession with cock," Nell answered.

   "Shh," Cassie hissed as her sister led to a wall of cocks made from
every pussy-tingling texture on the planet. I do like a good cock.

   "Get your eyeful while you can," Nell said.  "Oh, look at this big boy."

   "It's huge," Cassie said.  The silicone dick was at least twelve inches
long. Realistic my ass, she thought, reading the package.  "There is no
way I'd ever want that inside of me."

   "It's for all for show," Nell said.  "It's the size that excites people
-"men especially.  What, it doesn't turn you on?"

   "I've seen cam girls take toys that big," Cassie said, running her free
hand over the box.  "They don't have much of a pussy left afterward, but
they take it."

   "It does turn you on," Nell said, bumping her shoulder.  "You need to
get off the computer porn and get some."

   "Like you?" Cassie asked.  "I like guys, but guys can be creepy.  It's
easier for you."

   "Who says I don't like guys?  I take the cock with my girlfriends."

   "But you've never even dated a guy," Cassie said, squatting to look at a
silver, teardrop butt plug. I wonder how that feels? Her butthole tingled
as she imagined slipping the metal through her rear passage.

   "Doesn't mean I don't imagine life with the perfect man," Nell said. 
She squeezed Cassie's hand.  "I'm staying with women until that happens."

   "And who's your perfect guy?" Cassie's eye fell on a double-ended dildo.
"Look at this: double-ended, eighteen inches and flexible, the perfect
jelly dong." Cassie laughed.  "That's nine-inches apiece.  Would you use
this?"

   "Apiece?  You perv -"I'm your sister." Nell laughed.  "Don't worry.  I
won't tell our brother you came on to me."

   "Not with me," Cassie gasped.  "Oh my god, I'm blushing." Her face felt
like the inside of a fireplace.

   "My perfect guy is out there.  He just doesn't know it yet." Nell
squeezed Cassie's hand again.  "Let's get our costumes before you burst
into flames."

   They went to the Halloween section.  It was stacked full of costumes
with lots of lace, garters, and stockings.  There were corsets everywhere,
and each outfit was something that some guy, somewhere, had jerked off to
at least once in his lifetime.

   "Here we go," Cassie said.  She grabbed an angel dress and held it up.
The fabric was silk, and the hem was short -"very short -"and it looked
more like a slip you wore when you wanted your husband to fuck you before
bedtime.  Two spaghetti straps looped over the shoulders and there was no
bending over in this thing.

   "You are going to look hot in that," Nell said, a happy smile on her
face.  "Now for a halo and some feathery wings."

   "It shows a lot," Cassie said.  "But, I could wear this, couldn't I?"

   "Hell yeah you could and are," Nell said.  "You have the body to wear
anything.  And we're going to get you white stockings with bows on the
welts, too."

   "I guess," Cassie said.  "What do you think Andrew will say?"

   "He'll probably wish you weren't his sister."

   "Gross," Cassie said, but she didn't put much emphasis into the word.

   "They have to have a matching devil costume somewhere," Nell said. 
"Help me find it.

   It didn't take them long to find a deep scarlet dress with black trim.
Except for the color, it matched Cassie's dress perfectly, and along with
the halo and wings for Cassie, horns and black wings were not hard to find
for Nell.

   "You know," Cassie said, looking at her dress, "this is expensive, and
we still need stockings."

   "And high heels," Nell said.  "Don't worry; I'm paying.  We're going to
look like Victoria Secret model in our costumes."

   "You can't keep paying for me; I make good tips."

   "You and Andrew both do." Nell shrugged.  "I got lucky and started the
social media stuff young.  Deal with it, and you and Andrew can join me for
my next great idea.  We're taking pictures, and they're going up on my
blog."

   "Fine," Cassie said.  "But I get to choose which pictures go up on your
website.  And no fucking crotch-shots."

   "You know, Andrew really should have come with us," Nell said.  A
devious fox smile pulled at the corners of her lips.  "It's so easy to buy
the wrong outfit, isn't it?  We make mistakes all the time, don't we?"

   "What are you going to do to our brother?" Cassie asked.  She smiled,
unable to play the voice of reason.  "You just love to fuck with him."o

   Nell winked and took her hand so they could finish shopping.  They
returned home an hour later, both of them laughing, both of them promising
not to say a word about what they had bought.

   "Leave his costume in the trunk," Nell said as they parked in their
driveway.  "Andrew is too lazy to double-check what we bought him."

   "What you bought him." Cassie laughed.  "I'm innocent, but he's going to
hate you."

   "Yeah, but only for a little while." Nell smiled and then said in a
sing-song tone, "My brother loves me."

   "He loves me more," Cassie teased, sharing a secret smile with Nell.

   "Nuh-uh." Nell laughed.

   "Uh-huh," Cassie said, not backing down from their
lifelong argument with each other.

   "Nuh-uh."

   "Uh-huh."

   "Nuh-uh."

   Alcohol Buy

   "Hey, wait for me," Cassie called.

   Andrew waited while Cassie jogged down the stairs.  She held onto the
rail and watched her feet as if she might fall.  Her shirt was tight.  He
noticed she wasn't wearing a bra as her little titties bounced with each
step.  When she reached the bottom, she skipped to him and wrapped her left
around his right.

   "I wasn't going to leave without you," Andrew said as they left.

   "Sure you weren't, but if you did, you'd be able to shop with Amanda by
yourself."

   "Don't scare her off," Andrew said.  Is that why his sister wasn't
wearing a bra, to make Amanda uncomfortable?  Her white shorts didn't hide
a lot, either.  His sisters did the weirdest shit around his would-be
girlfriends.

   They got into his Honda and drove to the Wholesale Liquor Emporium. 
Cassie pushed her seat back and rested her tanned legs on the dashboard.

   "Get your feet down," Andrew said, smacking his sister's arm.

   Cassie groaned, lowered her left leg only and then asked, "What's she
like?"

   "Who?"

   "Amanda." Cassie shook her head in the way people do when they're
expecting answers.  "Is she beautiful?  Is she a tomboy?  Is she nerdy?"

   "She's nice," Andrew said.

   "She's older than you," Cassie said, rocking her right knee back and
forth, her white shorts leaving everything below the bottom curve of her
butt cheek visible.

   "So?" Andrew asked.  "Between you and Nell scaring off every girl in
high school, I'm lucky I got to date at all."

   "So, you're dating Amanda?"

   "Not yet," Andrew said.  "We're getting to know each other."

   "She's a bartender."

   "So?"

   "It means she's no virgin," Cassie said, twirling her forefingers in
front of her.  "I bet she's been used and abused and ridden like a
racehorse."

   "Be nice to her.  She's buying us the alcohol."

   "We're paying for it." Cassie made several fish-like popping sounds with
her lips.  "Have I seen her?  Have I served her?"

   "She was in the restaurant one time," Andrew said.  "I was her lucky
waiter."

   "Does she know you're eighteen?" Cassie poked his ribs.  "That you only
have eighteen years of no experience to offer her."

   "She doesn't care," Andrew said and then coughed.  "I have experience
-"more than you."

   "Mm-hmm," Cassie muttered.  "I guess you can date her if I like her and
if Nell likes her.  Nell is going to be harder to convince than me."

   Andrew pulled into the parking lot and found a space in front of the
store.  He took out his phone and texted Amanda, and she replied that she
was on her way.

   "Be nice," Andrew told his sister.  "No teasing."

   "I'll be nice."

   "Promise me."

   "I promise," Cassie said.  "I'll be as sweet as honey."

   They waited under the store's awning.  Amanda arrived minutes later and
admired her without making it noticeable, he hoped.  He stepped forward and
hugged her, but made sure it wasn't too friendly of a hug.  His sisters
were fucking weird about that kind of stuff.

   "Amanda, this is Cassidy -"Cassie -"one of my twins," Andrew introduced
his sister.  "Cassie, this is Amanda."

   "Nice to meet you," they said like an echo.

   "Jinx," Cassie teased.  "No talking." She smiled.

   "Ignore Cassie," Andrew said, giving his sister the slightest of glares.
"She just graduated high school and is still playing with toys."

   "We're the same age," Cassie said, and then her eyes widened.  "I don't
have any toys."

   "Oh, right, you like to play with roses," Andrew said, locking eyes
with his sister.  "In your garden?"

   After a moment of silence, Amanda said, "Let's go inside since I'm not
in on the joke."

   Andrew put himself between the two women.  He gave his sister a glare
that said, "You're really going to do this to me?"

   Cassie smiled at him and raised her eyebrows, shrugging and shaking her
head as if to say, "Do what?"

   "What are you looking for?" Amanda asked.  "This isn't a high school
party, right?"

   "No," Andrew said.  "High school ended months ago; this is a Halloween
party for friends and friends of friends and coworkers and whoever shows
up."

   "Are you guys providing all of the liquor?"

   "It's a bit of ours and a bit of bring your own," Cassie answered.  "We
figured we'd buy a lot of cheap beer and liquor for everyone and save the
good stuff for ourselves."

   "What do you like?" Amanda asked.

   Andrew looked at his sister.  She had never been a drinker.

   "Alcohol tasting stuff," Cassie said, looking away from Andrew and
Amanda.  "The expensive kind."

   "We'll get light beers and bottom shelf for your friends," Amanda said,
laughing.  "IPAs and top-shelf for us."

   "'Us' sounds good," Andrew said.  He wondered if he sounded as slick as
he felt.  Cassie's head shake and eye roll told him that he probably was.

   They grabbed a cart, and Andrew filled it with the popular domestic
brands and cheap handles of vodka and whiskey.  Cassie wandered off. 
Andrew frowned at her back. Rude, he thought, telling Amanda, "She lives
in her world." They bought juices, soda, and flavored liquor and spent a
good deal of time buying IPAs with funny names.  They ordered a keg and
found Cassie in the tequila section holding a very suggestive bottle in her
hands.

   "Makes sense you'd like that one," Andrew said.

   "Shut up," Cassie said, turning a shade of pink when Amanda laughed. 
"It looks like a dick." She held the bottle up for everyone to see. 
"Weird, right?"

   She was holding a bottle of Asombroso La Rosa tequila.  The bottle
looked like a giant glass phallus with a thick shaft and a bulbous head
that no ordinary woman would try to fuck.  It was a pretty bottle.

   "Is this any good?" Cassie asked.

   "Eh," Amanda said.  "Not really.  Don Julio is better."

   "Aw," Cassie moaned.  "It looks like it would taste good."

   "Get it if you want," Andrew said.  He tried not to laugh.  "I know how
you like roses."

   "Shut up," Cassie said, smacking his chest.

   Amanda looked at them, waiting.  Andrew couldn't tell her, could he?

   "I have a glass dildo shaped like a rose," Cassie said, eyeing Andrew.
"I have no idea why my brother knows: borrowing it?"

   Amanda laughed.  "I have one too."

   "Does it have a pinkish head with a wavy, rippled shaft?" Cassie asked
with a high voice.

   "Yeah."

   Andrew swiveled his gaze between the women as they started talking. 
They walked toward the checkout counter without him.  Cassie animated her
hands as she spoke words that he couldn't hear.  He followed them, wanting
and not wanting to listen to the details of their discussion.  Of all the
things they could have bonded it over, it had to be over self-pleasuring
toys.

   "Alright," he said to himself.  "Now I need Nell to like her."

   Drug Buy, Weird People, and Coloring Books

   "This place is a shithole," Andrew said as he pulled into the driveway
of the address that Nell's friend Jazz had given her.

   Up and down the street, the houses were picturesque, ideal for a quiet,
happy neighborhood and then there was this house; surrounded by a crooked,
white picket fence with flaking paint.  The lawn was a strange yellowish
color with hints of green, and a massive security gate guarded the front
door.  Iron bars covered the dust-tinted windows, while dark patches of
missing slate dotted the roof.

   "Very inconspicuous," Nell agreed.  "Let's go get our drugs."

   "Maybe I should park my car down the street," Andrew suggested.

   "Fuck that," Nell said.  "I want this heap as close to us as possible if
we have to run."

   "My car ain't a heap, Miss BMW; it's a four-door -""

   "Yeah, yeah and ain't ain't a word."

   Nell's phone buzzed.  They looked down at her lap, where the phone
rested in the triangle of her thighs.  She picked it up, reading the
message and sighing as she did.

   "What?" Andrew asked.

   "Cassie again," Nell said.  "She's worried about us."

   "That's why we couldn't bring her," Andrew said.  "How is she going to
roll with us?"

   "'Roll with us,' you're so cool with the lingo -"like you've done E
before."

   Andrew smiled.  "I've seen it done on television.  That makes me a
fucking expert."

   "You've seen porn on television: But that doesn't mean you know how to
fuck."

   "Jesus."

   They got out of the car, and Andrew laughed at how ridiculous they had
dressed.  They wore black head to toe.  Nell had worn tight leggings that
hugged her lean limbs and a sweater with the hood up to shadow her face. 
Andrew wore a pair of Dickies and a leather jacket and steel-toe boots that
he had not worn in ages.

   "We don't want to look like punks," Nell had said before they had left
home.  "Wear something that makes you look tough and dirty."

   "Maybe I should bring one of Mom's guns," Andrew had joked.

   "No, I'm carrying mace in my sweater," Nell had answered, showing him
the sprayer.  "But bring those brass knuckles I bought you."

   Andrew shook his head at the not-so-distant memory.  "We're a couple of
nerds," he said under his breath as they walked away from his car.  "Are
you nervous?"

   "Even if I were, I'd just say fuck it," Nell said.

   He hoped they were overreacting as they walked through the dying yard.
He thought he saw a rat scurry along the fence and he tapped his brass
knuckles for comfort. That's right, rat, I'll punch you straight to
Hell. They reached the door, the wooden porch creaking under his weight,
and he rattled the security gate with a hard knock that tried to overpower
the loud metal music he could hear playing inside.

   "Knock again," Nell said, urging him on with a nod of her head.

   He sighed and hammered the door again.  He was thinking of kicking it
when the inner door swung open, and the music from inside hit him full in
the face.  It was hard to see through the steel gate in front of them, but
Andrew thought he was looking at a skinny shirtless fellow through the mesh
of iron.

   "What?" the guy yelled at them.

   "Let us in," Andrew said just as loudly.

   "What?" the guy asked again.

   Nell stepped forward and pushed cash against the security door.  "We're
looking for Mintz."

   He looked at Nell and the money and then said, "What?" He disappeared
back inside.  The music stopped and then he was back at the door.  "What?"

   "I'm Jazz's friend," Nell said, still holding the money against the
door. "I'm here to buy some drugs."

   "Jesus fucking Christ," the guy said.  He opened the door, stepped
outside, and looked around.  "Are you trying to get me arrested?"

   Andrew pulled his sister back and stepped inside first.  The place was a
mess and smelled as old as the furniture looked.  He could just make out
the chemical smell of ammonia beneath the filth.  A skinny, ratty-looking
fellow was sleeping on the couch.  People were running around on the second
floor.

   "You're Mintz?" Nell asked.

   "I am he," Mintz said.  "He is me." Mintz was thin, pale, and his body
sported spiritual tattoos, Japanese letters and a few coy fish, every one
of them needled in dead black ink.

   "Jazz said you'd sell us some ecstasy," Nell said.  She put the money in
her hoodie's pocket.

   "And I will." Mintz looked Nell up and down.  He looked at Andrew and
then back at Nell.  "You two just friends?  You should stay and party."

   "He's my boyfriend," Nell said.  She stepped close to Andrew, pushing
right into his side and throwing her arm around his waist.  "We're in
love."

   "You look like each other," Mintz said.  "You a couple of narcissists?"
He smiled at Nell with his thin lips and dark eyes.  "Crazy shit happens
when you're high and good-looking."

   "We're not staying," Andrew said. What the fuck is going on? He didn't
know how to act.

   "Easy, big guy." Mintz lifted his hands, palms up.  "Just saying: people
will do shit you wouldn't believe when they're high, which is why they get
high." He looked at Nell again.  "Jazz doesn't get high here either." He
looked at Andrew.  "Doesn't come here without a friend, too."

   A little fellow entered the living from around the corner.  He was pale
with sprinkles of hair about his shoulders and chest and a wild shock of
hair stuck up from beneath the cross straps of the gas mask he wore.  A
round filter dangled from a hose connected to the mask's mouthpiece.  He
stared at the three of them through the mask's tinted eyeholes, and he held
a clown mask and a gorilla mask in his hands.  He stood there; staring and
waiting.

   "What?" Andrew asked, putting his arm around his sister's shoulder and
pulling her closer to him.  She didn't resist.

   "He hasn't slept in days," Mintz said, pushing the guy away and taking
the masks.  He tossed them on the couch.  "He thinks the FBI is going to
gas us or something.  He's harmless as long as he's wearing his pants."
Mintz laughed.  "Follow me."

   As they followed Mintz through his house, Nell stopped Andrew and
whispered in his ear, "Someone's maced that guy before."

   Andrew smiled, hugging his sister closer to him.  She lifted her right
hand and took his hand from her shoulder, pulling it down to her chest and
not letting go.

   Mintz stopped at a door that could not have come standard with the
house. He removed a key from his pocket and set to unlocking the five locks
securing the door.  Andrew raised an eyebrow.  His sister shrugged.

   "This is my vault," Mintz told them when he opened the door.  He was
wearing a sly smile on his face.  "You can't trust addicts." He looked at
them.  "You've never done this before."

   "Course we have," Nell said.

   "Yeah," Mintz said the word slowly, elongating it.  "It's not a big
deal. I'm not going to rip you off; satisfied customers come back."

   He took them into the room.  It was a bedroom-office that must have held
everything of value in his life.  It had a nice bed, a desk, an expensive
TV and a walk-in closet as well as an aquarium swimming with dozens of
colorful fish.

   Andrew pulled Nell to the left and away from Mintz as he closed the door
and fastened two of the five deadbolts inside.  He walked around his bed,
stopping to admire his fish and went into his closet.  Andrew heard the
zipping sound of a spinning combination lock.

   "Strange," Andrew whispered, lowering his mouth to his sister's ear.

   Nell laid her head on his shoulder, and they looked around.  Andrew's
turned his attention to a bookshelf packed with coloring books.  They were
children's books, and there were a lot of them.

   "Weird," he said.

   "Like those?" Mintz asked coming back into the room with one large bag
of pills and one small bag of nothing.  "The ones on the bottom shelf
haven't been touched yet."

   "They're coloring books," Andrew said.

   "Keepsakes," Mintz said.  "I used to be an artist before I smoked meth.
I couldn't draw a straight line while high.  It didn't work for me.  I
bought those so I could pretend to draw while I was spun.  It's more fun
than cleaning my house or writing a to-do list in the perfect order a
hundred times and never getting it perfect."

   "Right," Andrew said.

   "Some advice: Stay away from methamphetamine.  It will fuck you up."

   "You got it," Andrew said.  "Is that for us?"

   "Our friend said you wanted ecstasy, but she didn't say how much.  So,
how much?"

   "Three pills," Andrew said.

   "Six," Nell said, the words rolling right over his.

   Andrew looked at his sister, and she looked at him.  Her eyes said that
she wanted six and his eyes said that he wanted three. Six -"three -"six
-"three. Finally, he said, "Six."

   "For new customer -"friends -"I'll bill you for four," Mintz said as he
took six pills from his stash bag and put them into a dime-sized bag.

   Nell paid the price, and as Mintz was giving her the drugs, he said,
"Did you know I have a biochemistry degree?" He had tried to touch her
fingers.

   "Hey," Andrew said, stepping in front of his sister.  "I'm standing
right here."

   Mintz shrugged.  "I know.  I can't help it.  There is sinister beauty in
the planes of her face.  It's like looking at a painting that will never be
yours."

   Feet pounded on the floor above them.

   "My man is more than I can handle," Nell said, having to tug his arm
twice to get him moving.  "In every way."

   The man in the gas mask was waiting for them when they entered the
living room.  The eyeholes were cloudy.  He held a glass pipe in one hand
and a little torch in the other.  He didn't say a word -"he just stared
through his smoke-filled goggles.

   Andrew got his sister the fuck out of there in a hurry.  Nell started
laughing as soon as they entered his car, and after a moment, he joined
her.

   "That was creepy," Andrew said.  "I could feel the gross in the air."

   "I should have used my mace." Nell laughed.

   "He's probably immune to it," Andrew said as he started his car and
drove away.  "Tell Cassie we're on our way home."

   "Already doing it," Nell said, phone in hand.  After hitting send, she
asked, "Were you going to fight that guy because of the way he was looking
at me?"

   "Fight?" Andrew laughed.  "I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, but
I didn't like what he was doing."

   "It's a good thing you didn't.  You'd have to kick the ass of everyone
in that house."

   "That's me," Andrew said, "a tough guy.  I can't even hold you and
Cassie down together."

   "You could try harder."

   He barely heard his sister's words.  Had he been meant to hear?  He
looked at Nell, but she was concentrating on her phone and messaging
Cassie. Andrew focused on his driving and tried not to get pulled over.

   Halloween Costumes

   "Where's my suit?"

   Nell looked at her brother.  He was standing in her doorway, holding a
towel around his waist.  Drops of water beaded his hard chest.  She grabbed
her car keys and tossed them to him, the keys heading toward his waist, but
he caught them with his free hand.

   "My trunk," Nell said.  "Put your make-up on first and close my door."

   "Might as well," Andrew said, leaving and shutting the door.

   Cassie started laughing.  "You're going to make him put his make-up on
first?" She laughed harder.  "That's cruel."

   "He likes putting on make-up," Nell said.  She looked at Cassie. 
"Remember when we forced him to learn?"

   Cassie started giggling and tumbled onto Nell's bed.  "He was a
natural."

   "Andrew's looking leaner," Nell said.  "His V cut should be in
magazines."

   Cassie nodded her head.  "Yeah.  Our brother's a hottie.  If he's not
working, he's working out."

   "Time to get ready," Nell said and slipped out of her clothes.

   Cassie undressed as well, but instead of getting dressed in her costume,
she stared at the bed.  Nell sighed as she pulled her G-string into place.
She wasn't wearing a bra, either, and Cassie was supposed to be dressing
just like her.

   "Get dressed," Nell told her sister.

   "But it's so -""

   "Sexy," Nell said.  She rubbed her twin's shoulders, forcing a moan from
Cassie's lips.  "Let go a little.  But this body to good use."

   "Can we at least wear bras?" Cassie asked.  "Can I?"

   "No," Nell urged.  "No modesty tonight.  We're going to jam out with our
clams out."

   Cassie laughed and grabbed her G-string.  "You're so fucking gross. 
This thing isn't even going to cover my entire . . .  pussy."

   Nell grabbed her little slip-dress and put it on.  She felt like she was
wearing nothing and it was so smooth that even the barest movement caused
her nipples to tingle, hardening them both into tight little buds before
the hem fell into place.  She could see Cassie's body reacting in the same
manner.

   "Maybe we should wear bras," Cassie said.  She was proudly eyeing her
sleek body in Nell's full-sized mirror.

   "No," Nell said.  She sat on her bed and rolled on her black thigh-high
stocking with their red bowties at the welts.  "Put yours on."

   Cassie sat on the bed and slid both on; she then stuck her legs in the
air, did a bicycle spin, and asked, "Sexy enough?"

   "I can see everything," Nell said, laughing at her sister's reaction. 
"That's right; anytime you move, people will be able to see your pretty
booty."

   "Damn it," Cassie said.  "I need to get drunk right now."

   "Look on the bright side." She sat next to her sister.  "After some
booze and a little E, you'll be losing that virginity you can't get rid
of."

   "Shut up," Cassie said.  "You're a virgin too."

   "I've had sex with a person." She gave her sister a playful shove. 
"They were girls, but girls are people too." She laughed.

   "Give me my wings and my halo," Cassie pouted.  "No one is getting into
my panties tonight -"no matter how small they are.  The string doesn't even
cover my asshole."

   Nell laughed as they put on their high heels, wings, halo, and horns. 
They admired themselves in the mirror when they were fully dressed.  Nell
was slender and toned, her crimson-black costume radiating sexual deviance
and exotic beauty.  Cassie looked like the pristine angel she was, with the
bright white silk giving her an aura of purity while her pixie-lean
features added an undertone of vivid sexuality.

   "Hot," Nell said.  "Very fucking hot."

   "Yeah, we are."

   Cassie danced a little, turning her hips, and then she raised her arms,
and her dress came up, revealing the small strip of white cloth concealing
her muff in a tight V.  "Fuck," she said.

   "That's what guys are going to think once they see you in this," Nell
said.  She licked her lips slowly for emphasis.  "Are you going to let
them?" She slapped her sister's butt.

   Cassie's eyes opened wide, and she cried, "Oh!" before hip-checking
Nell.

   Nell was about to return the hip check when her bedroom door swung open
without warning.  Nell jumped, as did Cassie and their brother was staring
at them like a madman in his cracked Joker paint.  He looked pissed -"his
make-up looked great -"but he was pissed.  He had changed into shorts, and
he held within his hands the costume that they had bought for him instead
of the costume that he had wanted.

   "What the fuck is this?" Andrew asked -"loudly.

   Ecstasy

   "We ready?" Andrew asked.  In his right palm was a small green pill with
a bat stamped on its surface.  He was using his other hand to pull his
tunic further below his belt.  It did no good.

   "We should have done this before the party started," Nell said, staring
at the pill between her thumb and forefinger.

   "How are we going to do this?" Cassie asked.

   "Anally," Nell said, looking at her sister and shaking her head.  "It's
a pill.  We swallow it."

   "You know what I meant," Cassie said.  "Together?  One at a time?  Hold
hands?"

   Andrew laughed.  "I'm not holding hands." He laughed again.  "This isn't
like our first drink.  And that was so stupid."

   "Jazz likes to take it tongue-to-tongue," Nell said.  "Who wants a
kiss?"

   "Freak," Cassie said.  "Let's mix it with a shot."

   His sisters looked at him.

   "I'll be right back." Andrew sighed and ran downstairs.  He took the
stairs carefully; otherwise, his cock and balls jiggled too much within his
tights. Such a stupid costume.

   "Hey, Peter Pan, nice cock," a friend said to him, while another said,
"If I think happy thoughts, will I look as gay as you?"

   "Good one," Andrew said.  He looked down: there was no hiding his cock
through his green tights and boxer briefs.  "Fuck."

   He went to the kitchen, trying to keep his left hand in front of his
bulge without being obvious.  He grabbed three shot glasses and a bottle of
Jameson, laughed at a few jokes about his costume and the sausage he
stuffed down his pants, and then he went back upstairs to Nell's room.

   "You two suck," Andrew said when he had his sisters in front of him. 
"I'm buying all of our costumes next year."

   "It's only funny when we don't know it's coming," Nell said and blew him
a kiss.  "Have fun with it.  Rub it against some ass tonight."

   Andrew poured the shots.  They lifted their glasses.  Before they took
the pills, Nell dropped her E into Andrew's shot glass.  He smiled and
dropped his pill into Cassie's glass.  Cassie dropped hers into Nell's.

   "Happy?" Nell asked Cassie, but sweetly.

   "Yes," Cassie said.  "New tradition, but let's not do this too often."

   "Stop being nervous; we'll take care of you," Andrew said.  He squeezed
his sister's shoulder.

   "Like we always do," Nell said, giving Cassie a one-armed hug.

   They tapped their glasses, drank, and waited.

   And waited.

   "It's going to take some time to kick in," Nell said.  "Let's party."

   "Remember," Cassie said, "don't leave me alone."

   Nell put the remaining three pills in her closet, and they headed
downstairs to have some fun.

   Halloween Party

   "Shot, shot, shot-shot-shot," people chanted from the kitchen.

   Andrew was looking at his phone.

   "Amanda coming?" Cassie asked.

   "When she gets off work," Andrew said.  His sister was glued to his side
while Nell danced around in her little devil outfit -"showing off a lot of
skin.  He was aware of Cassie's body as he looked at Nell's.  Their dresses
were as thin as air, and his eyes could trace the outlines of their figures
beneath the clinging fabric.

   "Nell likes the attention," Cassie said.  "She keeps sending out
Instagrams and snaps."

   "It's what she does." His eyes lingered on his sister for a moment
longer before he looked at Cassie.  "Feel anything?"

   "Not yet," Cassie answered.  She pushed closer to him.  "It's only been
ten minutes."

   Andrew surveyed their party.  People were taking shots in the kitchen
and playing drinking games at the breakfast table and in the dining room.
Their keg was in the backyard, and where people were doing keg stands and
whoever couldn't last half a minute had to take a shot.  The grand room was
for dancing, and everywhere else, people were lingering and talking in
groups.  The entire upstairs and the first-floor office were off-limits.

   "I feel like a babysitter," Andrew said. How the hell do we know so
many people?

   "Hey," Cassie said, elbowing his side.

   "Not because of you." He rubbed her shoulder.  Cassie had taken a double
shot of Jameson that had glazed her eyes.  "I can't relax while playing
host."

   "Drink more before the E kicks in," Cassie said.  "It will help you
relax, like me."

   Andrew took another sip of his beer.  He checked his phone and wished
his costume had come with pockets.  His belt synched his tunic at the
waist, but there wasn't enough shirt to cover his bulge, and some of the
girls were prancing around in costumes that threatened to erect what
decency he had left to hide.

   "Cup check," a friend said in passing.

   "Fuck." Andrew gasped, spilling beer as he bent over to protect his
nuts. "Asshole," he said when the danger had passed.  "All fucking night."

   "I want to dance," Cassie said, doing a little shoulder sway.  "Want to
dance with me?"

   "I can't dance with you while wearing tights."

   "Ooh, why not, big brother?" Cassie asked, laughing with a liquor tone.
"We're not going to grind on each other." She grabbed his hand and pulled.
"Come on."

   She dragged him away from the living room, down a hallway, and into the
grand room.  Nell caught his eyes.  She lifted a hand to let them know
she'd be joining them soon.  He managed to set his beer on a hallway table
before Cassie pulled him into the dancing room.

   The room was their mother's private art gallery.  Her paintings adorned
the walls, and Andrew found himself glancing at each one to make sure his
friends hadn't damaged them.  Everyone knew not to touch his mother's
things, but everyone was drinking, so he didn't know what they'd end up
doing.

   Andrew had to dance with his phone in his hand, and he used it as a glow
stick in the dim room.  Cassie danced like she always danced, with swaying,
snakelike motions with sexy spirals of her hips and body.  Dancing together
was nothing new, neither was their contact, but Andrew had to pull away
every time he felt her brush firmly against him.

   "Careful," Andrew said a few times, and Cassie laughed at him as they
twirled and moved around each other.

   Nell entered the room with three plastic cups pinched together in her
fingers.  She gave them one each, and they drank the whiskey shot that swam
about the inside.  Nell took the glasses and set them on the floor along
the wall, bending both her knees and waist to reach the floor, which raised
her dress above her butt.  Andrew's eyes fastened on the red line running
between his sister's round cheeks that thickened into the gusset that was
trying to cup her muff.

   "Jesus," Andrew said when Nell danced between them.  "Don't bend over
again."

   "Why?" Nell asked.  "You looking again?" She danced between him and
Cassie with her hands raised and her hips moving left-to-right and back
again, bumping into each of them as she moved.

   "You're hiding nothing."

   "There is no harm in being watched." Nell looked him up and down. 
"You're too stiff.  Loosen up and have fun with us."

   Being stiff was something Andrew was trying to avoid.

   He sped up his movements as he forced himself to relax and match his
sisters' rhythms.  Their wings kept him from getting chest-to-back with
them, and he tried to keep it like that, but Nell and Cassie would always
turn, dancing a little closer to him and then melting away from him to
dance with each other.  He watched them, thinking they were getting
friendlier than usual with each other's bodies.

   Something was changing.  The music turned into a thumping beat that had
Andrew rocking his front to back and lifting his arms.  The people in the
room became glowing islands within the dimness.  He felt good like he was
floating through a cold, breezy mist.  His sisters' bodies pressed against
each other's, their breast sliding back and forth, their legs touching,
knees slipping between their thighs as their hands slid up and down the
sides of their dresses.  Each stroke of their fingers lifted their hems,
baring their hips and the thin, string-like bands of their G-string
panties.

   Andrew's mouth felt dry.  He could see the profile off their ass cheeks,
and they were firm and round, with a soft layer of flesh to thicken their
curves. Why couldn't I have had brothers?

   "Holy shit," Nell said, grabbing him and Cassie and pulling them near a
wall.  "I am fucking feeling it!  I'm rolling." Her eyes were wide, her
smile contagious.

   "Yeah," Cassie whispered, looking around in a kind of daze.

   Andrew nodded.

   "I want to fucking dance," Nell said.

   They became lost in their own world.  Andrew forgot about his costume
and moved, feeling alive as his skin tingled and his mind surfed the
rolling waves of pleasure that the drug sent through him.  He and his twins
became one person, touching, gliding and holding each other close and
laughing together as they moved in unison, unaware of how intimate they had
become, uncaring that they had.  Time stopped for Andrew and his sisters,
and they were hot and sweaty when they awoke from the drug-induced haze.

   "Water," Andrew said.  His sisters clung to his sides as they left the
room.  "We need water."
Nell: Professional Cockblocker
Nell was sitting on the arm of their long couch with Andrew on the
cushion next to her and Cassie pressed into his side.  Small groups had
gathered around the living room, but they were a private island amongst

many.

   "My heart is racing," Nell said.  She looked at Cassie.  "How are you
feeling?"

   Cassie looked at her with happy eyes.  "I need to get up and move
around."

   "Soon," Nell said.  "Let me cool down.  You're breathing too hard.  Try
to relax."

   She felt Andrew's right hand tugging her skirt and his left pushing on
her thigh.  "What are you doing?"

   "You're showing too much," he told her.

   Nell laughed.  She gave her brother a playful look and rubbed his hair.
He left her alone, and she turned her legs toward the couch, resting her
heels on her brother's thighs.  She noticed his crotch and looked away
after a moment.

   "Get off your phone," Cassie said.  She was pressing into Andrew's
shoulder and rubbing his left arm with her right hand and his thigh with
her left.  It didn't look like she noticed she was doing it.

   "Amanda is here," he said, looking around.

   Nell followed her brother's eyes and saw a pretty girl standing in the
foyer.  She wore a Snow White costume, and while sexy, it couldn't compare
to her devil dress.  Nell slid from the arm of the couch onto her brother's
lap.  She paused for a moment when she realized how close they were
connected and then she stretched her legs across Cassie's thighs.  Cassie
started massaging her legs.  Nell watched her sister caress her for a
moment before snapping out of her trance.

   "Hey," Amanda said, looking at Nell and Cassie.  "I'm hoping this is
your other twin." She offered Nell her hand.

   Nell smiled and then took the hand while throwing her left arm over her
brother's shoulder.  Andrew moved, but Nell shifted her butt against him,
making sure he couldn't get up.  He was going nowhere for the moment.

   "Nell," Nell said.  "You're Amanda?  I have to ask because my brother
doesn't talk about you."

   "Be nice," Andrew whispered.

   Her brother shifted beneath her.  Nell pressed her lips together when
Andrew moved.  The hem of her dress hung around her hips, hiding her crotch
and butt as long as she continued sitting.  The only thing protecting her
from her brother's impressive crotch was her dental floss G-string.  Her
butt clenched on instinct, and she felt his tip nestle against the cleft
between her thighs.

   "You're friends?" Nell asked, taking a second to find her voice.  It
felt good.  He felt good.

   "Sort of," Amanda said.

   "Hi," Cassie greeted.

   Amanda smiled, but her face took on an awkward smile when she looked
into Cassie's eyes.  She looked at Andrew's, but he tried to avoid her
gaze. Nell looked right into Amanda's to let her see how wide her pupils
were.

   "There's a lot of people here," Amanda said.  "I hope we bought enough
booze for everyone."

   "Nice costume," Nell said.  "It's adorable on you."

   "Thanks," Amanda answered as her smile faded away.  She looked at
Andrew. "Do you want to get a drink?"

   "Liquor is in the kitchen, the beers and keg are in the backyard," Nell
said.  "Could you bring us back something to drink; dancing has made us
pretty hot." She rested her head on her brother's shoulder.

   "Sure," Amanda said.  She looked at Andrew, who looked back with an
apology on his face.  "I'll be right back."

   "What are you doing," Andrew said when Amanda left the room.  He gave
Nell a push and tried to slip her down his thighs.

   "You don't need her," Nell said.  She rode her brother's wave-like
motion to dislodge her, having to keep from biting her lip when he rocked
against the bottom of her pussy.  "Have fun with Cassie and me tonight."
She laid her fingers against his cheek.

   "I need to talk to Amanda," Andrew said.  "Watch Cassie."

   "Enjoy the high with us," Nell whispered.  She laughed and leaned her
forehead against her brother's shoulder.  "This is our night." Her breath
brushed her brother's neck.  She felt his moan as her words crawled over
his skin.

   "At least let me talk to her," Andrew said, sighing.

   He tried to slide her off again, but Nell locked both hands around his
neck as the warm glow of the E filled her body.  She swayed in her
brother's lap, forgetting about everything, and she whispered in his ear,
"I like this song." Below her, between her, she could feel him move.

   "I need to get up," he stammered, trying to slide his body out from
under hers.

   "Promise that you'll come back," Nell said in a low, sultry moan she
couldn't control.  She felt like she was coming, and her brother was
growing harder beneath her.

   "I'm coming back."

   "Promise?" she whispered, not wanting to let go.

   "I promise."

   Nell lifted her butt and let her brother untangle her from his body.  He
walked with a slight bend to his usually straight-backed posture, and she
sank into the cushion he had jus left, absorbing the lingering warmth from
her brother's body.

   "He's mad at you," Cassie said.

   "He can never stay mad at us for long." Nell pulled her sister into her
lap, so they lay together, hugging her.

   "I said, 'you,' not me."

   "He still loves me more."

   "Nuh-uh."

   "Uh-huh," she whispered, watching her brother leave.

   Choices

   Andrew entered the downstairs bathroom, cutting in front of a few
friends who thought he was about to be sick.  His head was swimming from
the E, and his body was reacting to things it had never reacted to before.
He looked at himself in the mirror, ran the faucet, and splashed his face
with the cold water.

   "They're your sisters," he told himself.  It was not the first time that
he had had to say that to himself, but the E was making it easier to ignore
his common sense and self-control.  He left the bathroom.

   He found Amanda outside talking to a guy who must have been a friend of
a friend.  She had two beers in her hands and was laughing.

   "Amanda," Andrew said, stepping next to the guy.  "I'm sorry about
Nell."

   "We're talking here," the guy said.

   "And I'm cutting in," Andrew told him, smiling like a fool as the E
rolled through him.  "That's my beer in her hands."

   They looked at each other.  The guy backed off, mumbling, "Pervert."

   Andrew made a face and looked down, noticing his semi-hard cock outlined
against the straining mesh of his tights.

   "Shit," Andrew said.  He reached for one of the beers.  "Can I have
one?"

   Amanda gave him a beer.  There was an amused smile on her face as Andrew
held the beer in front of his half-formed erection.

   "Nice costume," she said.

   "Embarrassing." He shrugged.  "My twins picked it out as a joke.  I
think it was Nell's idea."

   "Nell," Amanda said.  The name lingered between them.

   "She likes fucking with me."

   "Is she responsible for that," Amanda said, nodding below his waist.

   "No," Andrew said. Yes. "You're kidding?" He forced a laugh.  "It's
the ecstasy I took."

   "Your eyes told me that you're on something."

   They looked at each other.

   "I'm sorry about Nell," Andrew said again.  "She can be aggressive
toward the women I meet."

   "Do you have any more?" Amanda asked.  Her smile was playful, and her
eyes suggestive.  She touched his chest with a finger.

   "More?"

   "More candy," Amanda whispered.  "You and I can have some fun.  I like
you, Andrew."

   "Oh." He made a helpless face.  "The pills are Nell's."

   "What?"

   "I promised I'd party with my twins tonight," Andrew said.  "This is the
first time we've ever done drugs.  It's our moment."

   "Are you serious?"

   She stepped closer to him, forcing him to push the cold aluminum can
against his softening cock.  The cold added a new thrill to his sensitive
flesh, and a tingle ran through his glans that made his breath catch.  He
felt the E stirring within him, like storm clouds crawling over the
horizon, and his cock began to harden once again.

   "They're my sisters," Andrew said.  "I made a promise to them."

   "I'm trying to get to know you."

   "I want you to."

   "Then let me." She got on her tippy toes and gave him a peck on his
lips.

   Andrew sighed.  "But my sisters."

   She rubbed his cheek, sliding her fingers down his neck and over his
shoulders.  "They can't give you what I can." Her lower body pushed into
his, forcing the beer harder against his groin.

   "I promised them." Why am I talking myself out of this?

   "Okay," Amanda said, stepping back.  "I'm going to go."

   "Amanda," Andrew said as she turned toward the house and walked through
the sliding glass door and back inside.  "Damn it."

   Andrew caught up with Amanda as she entered the living room.  He gave
his sisters a wide-eyed glare.  They smiled back at him as he opened the
door for his departing date.  Andrew walked her to her car, where they
hugged for a moment.

   "You're not going to try to kiss me?" Amanda asked.

   "I didn't know if I should."

   "You've never been hesitant with me before," Amanda said.  She kissed
him on the cheeks like he was a little boy.  "You're going to have to let
go of your sisters one day."

   "I know."

   Amanda got in her car, lowering her window to say, "You look good in
your tights." Then she drove away.

   "Damn it," Andrew said.  He popped the top of his beer and downed it.

   Back inside, he stood over his sisters as they hugged each other. 
Cassie's hands were moving up and down Nell's arms, and she looked like she
was in a euphoric trance that there was no escaping.

   "We did you a favor," Nell said after a moment.  "She's too old for you
and a bartender.  They're all sluts.  She'd have given you something."

   "Yeah," Andrew said, "her pussy.  Thanks a lot."

   "I was thinking 'the herp,' and then, that thing in your pants would be
useless." Nell gave his bulge a look.  "Control that fucker."

   Cassie laughed.  "Don't worry, people will be looking at me, my nipples
are harder than you are, " she said.  "So are Nell's." She laughed again.
"Nell, you're poking me.  I want to dance.  Help me up."

   "Screw it." He took Cassie's hand and pulled.  Her legs parted for a
moment and her satin covered mound flared within his mind.  Nell stood,
stretching her arms high so that her dress rose above her hips and exposed
the small triangle of silk that only covered half of her mound and barely
the lips below.

   "What?" Nell asked.

   "Nothing," Andrew said, knowing his sister had caught him staring.

   "Dance with Cassie," Nell said.  "This E is making me feel" -"she balled
her hands into fists and shivered -""horny.  Wet.  You're not the only one
who invited some pussy tonight."

   "Really?" Andrew watched Nell dance away.  Cassie hugged him from behind
and ran her fingers across his stomach.  "You just cost me some," he called
out, but Nell answered him with a wave good-bye.

   "Dance with me," Cassie urged.  "Please?"

   Andrew turned around.  Cassie hugged him.  He had a downward view of the
tops of her small breasts and the dip between them.  She smiled at him with
her cute, Tinkerbelle face and sparkling blue eyes.  Did she notice where
he was looking?

   "Come on," she urged, dancing her little lean body against his.  Her
small breasts rubbed against his chest, and he felt her nipples grinding
against him through his shirt.

   He let his sister take him away.

   Andrew and Cassie

   People had packed into the grand room, dancing in small, confined spaces
as their sweat, alcohol, and perfume scented the room.  Andrew had backed
his way into a corner and Cassie danced in front of him, her body swirling
like smoke drifting skyward.

   Cassie moved closer to him; unaware of how uncomfortable he felt for a
moment -"but only for a moment.  The ecstasy tumbled through him, and his
sister's touch electric touch disintegrated his concerns.  He moved with
her, their bodies connecting, her breasts rubbing back and forth against
his newly heightened senses as his mind embraced the moment.  He felt raw
and animal as if the world's rules no longer existed for him.

   Cassie locked her fingers around his neck and swung her body across his.
Andrew put his hands on her hips, feeling the satiny texture of her dress
beneath his fingers.  His palms absorbed the heat of his sister's flesh
while life ignited beneath the endings of his nerves with every caress of
his sister's body.

   "I feel like I'm in Heaven," Cassie whispered, pulling his head close to
her mouth.  Her body slid against his.  Her fingers sent shivers through
his neck and shoulders.

   There are no rules.

   As the drug rolled through Andrew, he could see the euphoria shimmering
in Cassie's pupils -"identical to his, like she was.  They were depthless
pools of black surrounded by the perfect ring of blue, and he lost himself
in her gaze.  She laughed, spun, and danced with her back to him, but her
wings kept them from touching.  She spun again.  Andrew circled his
sister's neck with his hands while she rubbed his muscular arms as they
moved.

   Andrew felt something tug at him, and he turned his eyes.  Nell was
watching them -"him -"with a sensual look on her face while a strange
curiosity shined in her eyes.  Dancing behind her was an Asian woman Andrew
recognized as one of Nell's fitness-media friends.  She wore a small,
fringed, rawhide Indian costume that was very sexy on her.

   Nell had found her pussy for the night.  Andrew felt a surge in his
groin as his cock pulsed and thickened.  He tried to will it away, but as
Cassie pressed against him, it was more than his thoughts that were turning
him on.  He couldn't fight it.

   Cassie pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, "I want to do
another pill."

   The soft wind of her words tightened his balls.  They tickled his ear
and made his hair stand on end.  He turned his head and spoke into her
neck, "Nell wants to save them for New Year's."

   Cassie's laugh was like a breeze glinting off wind chimes.  "She'll have
to do hers if we do ours first."

   "But -""

   Cassie hugged him.  "Come with me," she said.  "Let's get the pills."
Her lips brushed his cheek with a kiss.

   Andrew looked up.  Nell was gone.  He turned back Cassie and said,
"Let's go."

   Nell and Her Pussy

   "I want to show you my room," Nell whispered into Jessica's ear.

   Jessica slammed her liquor-shot and smiled sidelong in a very naughty
way.

   "Come on," Nell said, running her forefinger between her friend's
breasts and tracing the round curves of each with her fingertip.

   Jessica leaned close to Nell and said, "I heard you like to hit it and
quit it." Her smile never changed.  "You're a heartbreaker."

   "I like to have fun," Nell said.  She wrapped her arms around Jessica's
neck.  "The right man will settle me down one day.  Hopefully."

   "The right man," Jessica said.  "That will break a lot of hearts."

   "Who says I plan on giving up pussy?"

   Nell kissed Jessica, running her tongue across the girl's lips and she
pushed between them for a taste of her mouth.  Someone whistled.

   "Do you want to see my room?" Nell asked.  "Or do I have to tease you
right here in front of everyone?"

   "Show me your room."

   "Good girl."

   Nell took Jessica around the waist and guided her through the kitchen
and up the stairs.  She knew the moment she had messaged Jessica through
Instagram that she'd be spreading the girl's legs and licking between the
folds her pretty Asian pussy.

   Nell slid her hand onto the back of Jessica's skirt when they reached
the first step.  As they climbed, her hand lowered, palming the exotic
beauty's firm butt and then lower, to play with the fringes of her skirt
and then under and up, cupping the bottom of her friend's round ass. 
Nell's breath caught from the ecstasy and the warmth radiating from between
Jessica's pantyless pussy lips.

   They kissed at the top of the stairs.  Nell heard her friends whistle.
She nibbled on Jessica's shoulder and looked at her friends.  She smiled,
turned Jessica to face them, and lifted her rawhide skirt to show off her
prize.  Jessica blushed, her entire body warming under Nell's touch, and
then they were off to her room.

   Nell's door was not flush with the frame, and knowing that she had
closed it earlier was a wisp of smoke that drifted beyond the edges of her
memory.  Her light was on, but she was kissing Jessica's mouth and sucking
on her tongue, so that detail didn't register.  Jessica melted against her,
and Nell welcomed her body into her arms.

   Nell broke their kiss long enough to close her door.  "Music," Nell
said. "Alexa, play my Fuck-list."

   The playlist was composed of soft songs with romantic melodies and
sensual rhythms, interrupted by songs like Shake That, that made a girl
want to bump and grind until her pussy was soaked and her panties stuck to
her slit.

   "Leave your costume on," Nell said before Jessica could undress.  "Pull
your top down and show me your tits." Nell touched the twin black braids
that draped behind Jessica's shoulders.  "You're too fucking hot in those
clothes to get naked."

   Nell kissed Jessica's lips, neck, and lips again.  She brought her hands
up, cupping Jessica's breasts and squeezing their round firmness. 
Jessica's nipples were thick, hard, and Nell lowered her mouth to lick one
with her outstretched tongue.  She traced a wet circle around the nub and
then pulled it into her mouth.

   "Ooh," Jessica moaned, pulling Nell against her warm breasts.

   "Mm," Nell cooed as she sucked one breast and then the other, holding
each in her hands and kneading them softly.

   Nell ran a hand over Jessica's stomach, tracing the lines of hard
muscles that shone through her silky skin.  She dipped her hand below the
cut of Jessica's hips and over the front of her skirt, pushing the rawhide
against the girl's mound.  She could sense the growing heat between
Jessica's thighs, and she continued lower, slipping her fingers between
Jessica's legs, and touching her damp skin.

   Nell sawed her hand back and forth, pushing Jessica's legs further
apart, and then she turned her hand upward and palmed Jessica's pussy. 
"For me?" Nell teased.

   "Your treat," Jessica moaned, rolling her hips against Nell's fingers.
"My cunt has a tasty wet center for you to lick."

   "My favorite kind of candy," Nell said, curling her middle finger
through her friend's thick, meaty lips and touching her inner heat.  "Soft,
with a liquid center."

   "Ooh, right there," Jessica sighed.  "Play with my pussy."

   Nell lowered her body into a squat, licking Jessica's stomach as she
did. She grabbed the sides of Jessica's skirt, lifting the hem up as she
lowered her body.  In a moment, she was eye-level with Jessica's smooth
muff and little pouting lips that looked so lonely without her fingers
between them.  Nell slipped two fingers into Jessica's lust-swollen labia.

   "Mm," Jessica whimpered.  She put her hands on Nell's shoulders and
rubbed.  "Finger me, finger my naughty pussy."

   Nell stroked two fingers through Jessica's pink lips, touching her inner
walls and spreading her wetness.  She fucked her fingers to the last
knuckles, wishing they were bigger, and she spread them open inside of her
friend's twat.  Jessica's fingers dug into her shoulder hard enough to feel
good.

   "Faster," Jessica moaned.  "Rougher."

   "I have toys," Nell offered and kissed Jessica's clit.  The nub was
thick and juicy with lust and standing like a sail ready to catch the wind.
Nell licked her, and Jessica uttered a long breath that caught twice.  She
ground her pussy forward, trying to find Nell's tongue again.

   "Use them on me then," Jessica said, panting.  "Give me a good fucking."

   "This isn't good?" Nell asked in a whispered breath and then fucked her
two fingers through Jessica's twat, forcing wet, slurping sounds from her
friend's hot little fuck-hole.

   "Uh-uh-uh," Jessica moaned, timing each gasp with Nell's quick
pussy-pokes.

   Nell thumbed Jessica's clit with her free hand as she plunged her other
fingers into Jessica's muff.  Jessica was humping her pussy forward, riding
Nell's hand like a sexy little Indian galloping on a Mustang.  The scent of
pussy was in the air, and Jessica's thighs glistened with juice.

   "Come for me," Nell said, pushing her tongue against the jewel above
Jessica's slit.  When her friend had calmed, Nell licked up the juices
staining Jessica's thighs.  "Mm, cunny cream."

   "You're a bad bitch," Jessica sighed, looking down at her with
rape-worthy intensity.

   Nell uttered a throaty laugh.  She reached around Jessica's left thigh
and clutched her ass cheek -"thick and meaty with muscle and hot to the
touch.  Nell licked her friend's clit with short strokes, keeping pressure
against the rubbery nub as she pushed her fingers between the girl's
wetness with blurring speed.  Nell captured Jessica's pearl between her
lips and sucked while massaging the underside of her mound.

   "Oh, fuck," Jessica whined and came again.

   Nell fastened her mouth to Jessica's pussy, drinking deeply from her
hole.  The girl's insides constricted tightly, her velvet walls collapsing.
Her pussy felt like a little tinderbox of combusting heat.  She drank
Jessica's cum and licked for more when her pussy-quivering ended.

   "Oh my god," Jessica sighed, giving Nell's shoulders a grateful rub. 
"That was fast."

   "Can your pussy handle a proper fucking?" Nell asked, standing and
laying her fingers on the girl's soft lips.

   "I need a big ol' dick in my little kitty," Jessica teased, her voice
playful and wanton.  "Right in my pink."

   "That's what I wanted to hear," Nell said.  She stepped away and grabbed
her armless desk chair.  She placed it in the center of her room, with the
back facing her closet.  "Straddle the chair."

   Jessica spread her legs around the seat and sat.  Her skirt came up,
baring her butt cheeks and the beautiful crack parting them.  She hugged
the back of the chair and rested her chin on the headrest.

   "Like this?" Jessica asked, biting her lip and twerking her ass enough
to make her cheeks clap.

   "Oh yeah." Nell rubbed the girl's ass, slipping her fingers through her
crack and touching the wet groove below.  "You're as wet as I feel."

   "Touching me makes you wet?" Jessica asked.

   Nell smiled and gave the girl's pussy a playful pat.  "I've been wet for
a while, baby."

   Nell took a step toward her closet, but then turned to her desk and
opened the bottom drawer.  Inside were several toys, but she chose her
biggest: a double-digit monster with thick, veiny realism that could give
any young woman pause.

   "Oh -"wow," Jessica said, setting her forehead against the backrest.

   "I'm not going to make you take it all," Nell said, smiling deviously as
a beautiful blush of warmed Jessica's cheek.  "I need something to hang
onto while you take most of it."

   "Be gentle," Jessica whispered.

   "If my cute little cunt can take it," Nell said, touching her pussy
through her dress, "yours can too."

   She circled Jessica a few times while holding the cock close enough for
Jessica to lick and then to suck on once, then twice, and then she pulled
it away.  Once behind her fuck-toy of the night, Nell slid the knob through
Jessica's thick pussy lips.  Her friend's juices soaked the shaft with
thick, creamy cum.

   Jessica held her breath and pushed her ass out further.  Nell tapped the
knob of the cock against the girl's butt cheeks.

   "It's going to be a tight fit," Nell whispered in her friend's ear as
she stood behind her.  "I'm going to spread you.  I'm going to stretch you.
I'm going to fuck you.  I'm going to make your pussy sore."

   "Oh god," Jessica moaned, looking down.  "Give it to me."

   "If I had a cock, I'd grab you by your ponytails and turn you into my
little fuck-pony," Nell said, tugging Jessica's braids one at a time.  She
put the knob of the dildo against the girl's soft opening from behind and
pushed.

   "Uh," Jessica moaned against the penetration.

   "That's it, baby, take my dick," Nell said with a soothing tone.  She
pushed deeper, and Jessica arched her neck and back, looking upward with
her eyes closed.  Nell kissed her forehead softly while slowly filling
Jessica's eager pussy.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jessica chanted.  She grabbed the back of the chair
with a white-knuckled grip.  "You have a big fucking dick."

   "Are you okay?" Nell asked, whispering and tonguing Jessica's ear.  She
reached around the girl's side and cupped her breast.

   "Yes," Jessica hissed, breathing hard.  "You stretch my pussy so good."

   "I'm going to beat your little pussy up tonight," Nell said.  Another
inch went in and then another and another until Nell's fist bumped against
Jessica's thinly stretched lips.  "Would you like that?"

   "God, yes," Jessica whimpered.  "I want you to pound it good."

   Nell stroked her dildo in and out of Jessica's hole.  Her movements were
slow at first, shallow and tender, and then she picked up speed, varying
the length of each stroke and stopping now and then to bump and grind the
head against Jessica's insides.

   "I can feel you in my guts," Jessica groaned, shaking her ass and riding
the chair and the cock.

   Nell made sure to fuck her new friend good.  She'd stained her panties
with her pussy juice, and she could smell her excitement mixing with the
sensuous aroma of Jessica's freshly fucked teen twat.  Nell let go of
Jessica's tit and pushing her body as close to Jessica's back as she could.
She slid her hand down Jessica's stomach and placed two fingers on the
girl's clit, finger her as fast as she could.

   "Ooh, ooh, ooh, fuck," Jessica gasped.

   "Take it, baby," Nell said, a little harsh as she fucked the girl's
insides.  "Take my cock in your horny little slut-box."

   "Bitch," Jessica groaned.  "You filthy fucking bitch.  I'm going to
come."

   Their fucking turned frantic.  Wet slapping sounds squelched every time
Nell sloshed her rubber dick through the walls of Jessica's twat.  The
chair started moving, scraping across the floor as Jessica hammered her ass
up and down on the prick filling her.

   Nell held Jessica close, shaking the girl's clit from side to side and
jabbing her fuck-tunnel with powerful, butt slamming thrusts.  Jessica was
whimpering now, and the chair's movement became erratic.

   "Coming," Jessica gasped.  Nell didn't ease up.  "Ooh -"I'm coming!"

   The chair scuffed streaks across the floor as the orgasm shot through
the girl.  Nell held her, turning the cock this way and that as Jessica
rode it to several mini orgasms.  Nell's hands were wet with pussy juice,
and Jessica's breath trembled while she settled down.

   Nell let go of her, and Jessica fell sideways to the floor.  Nell
tumbled with her, her dress sliding up around her hips, and the dildo slid
out of Jessica with a loud wet plop.  It hit the floor and rolled to the
side.  Nell held Jessica in her arms, fondling her tits and nipping at her
neck.  She was about to say something when the ecstasy whirled through her.
Nell felt like she was coming, and the world ceased to matter until her
ecstasy-gasm ended.

   "Fuck," Jessica whispered.

   "I need to get back to the party." Nell sighed as her peak leveled out.
"We should do this again."

   "I'm exhausted," Jessica said.  "You fucked me better than any workout."

   "You can owe me."

   "I will."

   Nell helped Jessica to her feet, saying, "There's a bathroom down the
hall to the right.  I'll meet you there after I change my panties."

   Jessica left.  Nell opened her panty drawer.  She pulled her wet ones
off and wiped her juices from her pussy with a hand towel.  She tossed her
towel aside and rubbed her clit in circles.  The E urged her onward as she
fingered her gem, pressing it against her pubic bone, and then she came in
a quick burst of pleasure that made her shudder and shake.

   "Fuck," Nell sighed, wishing she had more time to play.  She dried her
pussy again and slipped on a black thong that she fit snugly against her
lips before letting her dress fall back into place.

   She fixed her chair and looked at a picture on her desk of her and her
twins.  She brushed the frame with her fingertips.  Before leaving, she saw
a pair of angel wings on the floor hidden beneath her bed.  Nell looked
around her room, seeing nothing and feeling everything as another surge of
E dance just beyond her reach.  She turned off her lights and the music and
then went back to the party.

   Before Nell Got Lucky

   "Nell's in the kitchen," Andrew said as Cassie pulled his arm.

   "Come on," Cassie said.  She wrapped her arm around his waist and tugged
him toward the stairs.

   "We should tell her."

   "She's about to get laid," Cassie hissed.  "Nell will talk us out of it.
Don't chicken out.  I want another pill."

   "Fine," Andrew said, allowing Cassie to drag him upstairs.

   They hurried down the hallway to Nell's room.  Andrew flicked the light
switch and eased the door so that it was almost closed.

   "Help me get my wings off," Cassie told him.

   "Why?" Andrew asked, but he helped her take them off.  He brushed her
shoulders, surprised by how hot her skin felt.  She shuddered beneath his
touch.  He paused when he saw how the bottom of her dress clung to the
small curve of her butt and dipped into her shallow crack.

   "I want a massage," Cassie said, hugging her self.  "I hear people say
lotion and touching and rubbing feels so good when you do ecstasy.  My skin
feels alive."

   "I heard that when you fuck on E, you fall in love," Andrew said.  He
laughed.  "Bullshit."

   "Then you're lucky we got rid of Amanda." Cassie winked and walked to
the closet, slid open the slatted doors and looked around.  "Where'd Nell
put them?"

   Andrew walked to the closet to help her look.  "Maybe we shouldn't do
more.  I'm rolling hard."

   "Me too," Cassie said, giving him a sideways smile.  "I like it. 
I think it's better than sex, and one day I'll find out."

   Andrew dug around the closet and then looked on the upper shelves.  The
door burst open.  He dropped Cassie's wings, kicking them as he turned to
see Nell and her friend shuffling into the room, kissing and groping and
noticing nothing but each other.

   That second lasted forever, and then Cassie pulled him into the closet.
He went in first, smashing his back against hanging clothes and bumping the
back of his head against the hanger wrack.  He had to tilt forward.  Cassie
pushed back against him, her heels making the top off her butt level with
his groin.

   "Shit," Andrew whispered.  The slats in the closet door gave him a view
of most of Nell's room.

   "Shh," Cassie whispered, elbowing him the ribs.

   "Music," Nell said.  "Alexa, play my Fuck-list."

   Cassie uttered a very low squeak of surprise, and Andrew cupped his left
palm over her mouth.  He whispered in her ear, "Take your advice."

   Behind the Closet Door

   Andrew thought about closing his eyes for the second it took the thought
to fade away.  He could see his sister through the door slats.  Nell's and
Jessica's bodies were perfect -"like Cassie's body and their costumes -"so
small and skimpy -"revealing everything for his eyes and imagination.  He
couldn't look away.

   Cassie stretched her arms out to the sides and braced her hands against
the doorframe.  Andrew hadn't realized he was pressing his body into hers,
and there were no wings to keep him at bay.  Cassie pushed back against
him, hard, she had to, or he'd have crushed her against the door.

   He felt Cassie through his tights.  Her dress did nothing to stop his
body from absorbing the contours of her flesh.  Cassie moved, a slight
side-to-side motion -"not to get away from him, but as if she was trying to
fit herself to him.  The ecstasy hit him.  He bit the inside of his lip to
keep from moaning.

   "You're too hot in those clothes to get naked," Nell told Jessica in a
tone that Andrew had never heard her use before.  His heart skipped as
electric sparks danced through his arms.

   Cassie pushed harder against him as their sister spoke, and her
side-to-side motions turned into up and down grinds.  His member slid into
the crease between her buttocks.  Her skirt rose, and the full warmth of
her naked flesh engulfed him.

   "Stop," Andrew whispered, but his words sounded broken and unconvincing
to his ears.

   Cassie shook her head, whispering something against his palm, and her
tongue touched his flesh.  He sighed, almost groaning when he found he
couldn't push himself deeper into the closet.

   He put his right hand on his sister's narrow hip and tried to control
her rocking rhythm against him.  She was high.  He was high.  Did she know
what she was doing?  Nell's music didn't help, the slow beat and soft
instrumentations, mingled with the need to move his body under the drug's
influence, had him assisting Cassie's swaying, not stopping her as he
intended.

   Jessica's tits were bare.  Nell was bending forward, sucking them into
her mouth, and the hem of her crimson slip-dress rode upward.  Andrew
swallowed.  Cassie sighed.  Andrew clamped his hand tighter over her mouth.
Cassie turned her head, slipped his grip, and bit the curve between his
thumb and forefinger.  She didn't let go, but she didn't bite too hard
either.

   Nell, Andrew thought as his older twin squatted in front of Jessica. 
"Cassie," he whispered into his younger twin's ear when he felt her heart
beating through her body.  Her excitement made the closet hot, and he
could smell how much watching Nell was turning her on.

   Andrew pressed his forehead against the back of Cassie's head.  His
right hand slipped forward around her waist, pulling her to him, and he
found his hips rocking against hers as he pulled her exposed butt against
his thickening member.  Cassie's breathing turned husky.

   "Cassie," he whispered.  Desperation thickened his voice as he tried one
last time to get her to stop; something he was no longer willing to do.

   She bit his hand again, not hard, not soft, but playful and urging.  He
felt her tongue lick the curve she held within her mouth, and Andrew
swallowed a groan as he lost control.

   She bit his hand again as if to tell him to shut up and not to ruin the
moment.  In the room, Jessica said, "Finger me, finger my naughty pussy,"
and Cassie pushed her ass against his crotch and held herself there.

   The strange sensation that is conscious was separating from his body
entered his mind.  His fingers clawed at the front of his sister's dress,
pulling it up to her waist.  He felt her skin against his fingers, and then
he brought his hand to her hip, pulling up one last time until only the
waistband of her G-string protected her from his hand.  He brought his hand
further back and turned his fingers downward, cupping the crescent curve of
her right butt cheek.

   "I'm sorry," Andrew whispered.

   Cassie tightened her butt but didn't pull away.

   "Faster, harder," Jessica moaned.  Cassie started moving her ass up and
down, rubbing Andrew's cock to full hardness.  There was no mistaking what
he was pressing between the cleft of her cheeks, and he squeezed her ass
and flexed his cock, trying to lodge it between her buns.

   He wanted to moan, Cassie did, but Jessica's horny fuck-sounds and the
wet swishing of her pussy hid his twin's lapse of discretion.

   "Shh," Andrew whispered into her ear and instinct made him lick her
lobe.

   Cassie braced her arms hard against the doorframe and ground her butt
against his erection.  She was struggling to rub herself up and down
against his aching cock.  His dick jumped, shooting a thick wad of pre-cum
into his tights.

   "Faster, rougher," Jessica moaned.

   Andrew slid his right hand between their bodies, centered along the
shallow valley between his sister's cheeks and played with the crack of her
ass.  Cassie bit his hand.  Hard.  He let his middle finger rub through her
center, pushing the silky string of her panties against her asshole.

   Cassie whimpered into his hand.

   "I have toys," Nell said.  Andrew watched her kiss Jessica between her
legs.

   Andrew felt faint.  His breathing was ragged.  The darkness of the
closet seemed depthless while the light from the room was too bright.  His
hand nestled against his sister's ass, and he pushed lower, past the bottom
separation of her butt cheeks and cupped the soft nest of pussy flesh
between his younger sister's thighs.

   Cassie whimpered around his hand and churned her hips in a slow,
sensuous circle, grinding her panty-clad muff against his hand.  Her gusset
was so small that her outer labia swelled against his fingers.

   "Easy," Andrew said.  He withdrew his hand because Cassie was getting
too hard to control.

   "Use your dick," Cassie said into his hand.  "I want to feel it against
me."

   "It is," Andrew said.  He understood what she meant a moment later.  His
heart hammered as he lowered his hand to his waistband and pushed his
tights down his thighs.

   "Uh-uh-uh." Jessica's moans grew in tempo as Nell poked her pretty
little pussy with two jabbing fingers.

   Andrew's tights were below his balls.  He reached into his boxer briefs,
fighting against the press of his sister's ass, and he freed his cock,
pushing it downward.  The head scored its way down the center of his
sister's ass crack.  When the knob slid beyond her lower cheeks and pointed
straight down, his sister pushed back and trapped his member between their
bodies.

   Cassie's entire body moved upward, and for a moment, her butt hovered
above his cock, then she dropped down, and he felt her thighs close around
his shaft.  She squeezed her legs together and held him with the soft meat
of her inner thighs while the spongy bottom of her silk-covered pussy
swelled around the top of his shaft.

   "Come for me," Nell said.

   For a moment, Andrew thought she was talking to him.

   Cassie fucked her cunny across Andrew's cock.  Every squeeze and pull of
his flesh was a fresh torture that made him want to scream.  He wrapped his
arms around his sister's waist and held her close to him as he slid his
right hand down and under the band of her panties.  He felt her smooth
mound and then continued lower, covering the soft nub of her clit with his
fingertips.  Then he was touching her bare pussy lips.  They felt like
Heaven.

   Andrew held his sister by her cunny as they rocked together, watching
their twin as she made Jessica come with her pussy-fucking fingers and her
clit-licking tongue.  Andrew lost his mind in the feel of Cassie and the
sight of Nell.  He didn't want this to end, and how he kept from coming was
beyond his knowing.

   After she came, Jessica said, "I need a big ol' dick in my little kitty.
Right in my pink."

   So soft.  So warm.  So wet, Andrew thought as his little sister rubbed
her pussy across his cock.

   "I've been wet for a while," Nell said, her voice song like and
devilish.

   Andrew was living in his sister's heat when Nell took a step toward the
closet. Her toys. One step, two, and then she turned toward her drawer.
Andrew buried his head in his sister's neck as relief swept through him. 
He pushed the heel of his palm against Cassie's clit, and her perfect
little butt bucked against him.

   "Oh -"wow," Jessica said when she saw the size of the dildo Nell had
chosen.

   Andrew's eyes widen at the size, but Cassie spread her legs more,
fucking his cock faster.  She lowered a hand to her crotch and pulled her
panties aside.  Andrew groaned when he felt the soaking wet heat of his
sister's little pink pussy touching his dick for the first time.

   Jessica was licking the cock in Nell's hand.

   Andrew slid Cassie across his dick faster.  He wanted to fuck his prick
harder against her.  He wanted to make her whimper while thrusting his hips
against her ass.  He fingered her pearl faster, wishing he could do more.

   "Oh-uh," Jessica moaned.

   "That's it, baby, take my dick," Nell said.

   Take my dick. Andrew thought, trying to control his movements.  Soon
Jessica and the music wouldn't be loud enough to cover for Cassie and him.

   He watched Nell fucked her friend.  His sister was a devil, the horns on
her head appearing natural as they sat on her hair.  She fucked her friend
good, unrelenting, straddling her and fingering her, and Andrew couldn't
believe how fucking sexy she looked doing it.

   "You stretch my pussy so good," Jessica whimpered, and later, "I can
feel you in my guts," and later, "You filthy fucking bitch.  I'm going to
come."

   Cassie was Frenching his hand.  He fingered her clit with increasing
speed and pressure.  He thought that he could feel her pearl throbbing.  He
thought that he could feel her heartbeat through that small nexus of
pleasure above her pussy and then she came and Jessica came and Andrew
clamped his hand over Cassie's mouth, thanking whoever the fuck was
listening that he was able to muffle Cassie's cries as she drenched his
fingers with her cum.

   Andrew rode his twin's body through her orgasm.  Every tremor that ran
through her body, he absorbed.  Every whimper she uttered, he caught.  He
held close and felt her come.  Eventually, he had to let go of Cassie's
mouth.  He reluctantly let go of the treasure between her thighs, and then
he hugged her closer to him.  He felt her heart beating lightning fast, in
time with his.

   Minutes passed as Nell, and her friend fixed their clothing and make-up.

   "You can owe me," Nell said.

   "I will," Jessica answered.

   Jessica left the room, and Andrew watched as Nell went to her drawer and
removed a fresh pair of panties.  She took off her wet ones.  Cassie had
stopped moving, and he felt like he could no longer breathe.  Nell lifted
the front of her dress, baring her golden pussy and wiped it clean with a
small towel, and then she paused for a long moment before touching her
clit.

   Andrew started moving his hips, fucking his cock between Cassie's thighs
and against her pussy as Nell fingered herself to a small, breathtaking
orgasm.  The E hit him.  He almost came with his older sister.  He snapped
out of his trance when Nell turned off the lights and closed the door,
leaving him alone with Cassie.

   Andrew's Angel

   In the darkness, his senses felt heightened.  He put his hand over his
sister's thumping heart, understanding its beat.  He could smell her, her
sweat, her lust, her desire.  He could read her thoughts; he knew what she
wanted as if she had spoken them aloud.  He didn't want to let her go, but
she opened the closet door and stepped into the blackness of the room.

   He followed with his cock bobbing in front of him.  He felt her turn
around, and he felt her staring at him.  He could feel her breathing.  He
thought he could see her as a blue flare of transparent light that
vitalized her body.  She had become a real angel made of spiritual energy
that he was witness to.

   The E was peaking inside of him, but it was his sister that made him
feel like he was at peace with his soul.

   Cassie wrapped her arms around him, hugging him like she never wanted to
let him go.  Her face pressed into his chest, turned to the side, and
listened to his heart.  He held her, and he felt her love flowing into him.

   It was a moment that lasted forever, and then they kissed.

   Their lips touched.  They both shuddered as they shared their electric
dreams.  Their kiss was slow, loving, a brother-sister embrace by two
people who no longer cared if it was wrong.  They fit like the two halves
of a locket, and Cassie licked her tongue against his when they broke
apart.

   "Perfect," Cassie whispered.

   Andrew cupped his sister's cheeks, giving her a small kiss on the lips;
a light peck to let her know that everything would always be perfect
between them.

   "We were born together," Cassie whispered.  "We were meant to be
together."

   They kissed again, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.  Cassie
pulled Andrew's shirt off, undid his belt, and clawed the rest of his
costume from his limbs.  His cock pressed between them, the head down and
rubbing his sister's mound and her wetness below.  His hands clutched at
her ass, loving the muscular tautness of her naked buns as he pulled her
against his stiffness.  He pushed her G-string down her thighs.  She
wiggled them past her knees.  He lifted her dress, tossing the silk aside,
but he left her halo and thigh-high stockings alone.

   Andrew bent his knees.  His hands clung to his sister's ass, and he
pulled her up into the air while humping his hips forward and sliding his
cock under her butt.  Cassie's tongue invaded his mouth, and her legs
locked around his waist, the silky texture of her stockings sending silky
vibrations through his body.

   Goosebumps rose across his thighs.  He moaned into his sister's mouth.
He pulled her butt cheeks apart, letting his fingers curl into the warm gap
between them.  He massaged her crack with a feathery touch and slid his
fingers along the slit of her pussy as he walked her to Nell's bed.  He
laid her down, holding her as he crawled to the center of the bed, resting
her against a mound of pillows.

   Andrew rose above her, on his knees, with her legs draped over his
thighs.  He found her breasts in the darkness and held them, pushing them
together and letting his hands cup and massage the small, tender mounds of
warmth.  His head lowered, and he slid his body over his sisters and licked
her breasts, tonguing her nipples and sucking on the firm buds.  Cassie
clutched the back of his head and moaned.

   His sister writhed beneath him and rubbed her stockings up and down his
sides and the back of his legs.  "Andrew," she sighed, doing her best to
help him taste her delicious offerings.

   Andrew swallowed as much of his sister's little mounds as he could,
coating them with saliva and leaving them wet.  He pulled on her nipples,
pinching and rolling them, squeezing them, so they were forced upwards into
his mouth for his tongue to taste.

   "So fucking good," Cassie moaned.  "So fucking right." Her legs locked
around his waist, and her heels dug into his butt, pulling him upwards in a
suggestion that told him she craved the most intimate connection possible
between them.

   Andrew pulled his mouth from her breasts, wishing he could suck on them
forever and day.  He moved up her body, his cock swinging against her
thighs, and she reached between them to grab his shaft below the head.

   "Cassie," Andrew groaned as she stroked him and ran the head of his cock
between her pussy lips.  He lifted his hand to his sister's face, cupping
her cheek while she stroked his cock against her.  The shimmering blue
person she had become turned her head into his palm and sucked his
forefinger into his mouth.  Andrew moaned.  She let go, looking downward,
and he reached between them, palmed her pussy, and slid his finger between
her pouty lips.

   He curled his finger inside of her, moaning wordlessly as her insides
embraced him.  Andrew wiggled his digit through Cassie's softness, bringing
forth quiet gasps from her lungs.

   "Please," Cassie moaned, begging him with her voice and her body as she
screwed her pussy onto his finger and mashed his cock against her lips. 
"Fuck me."

   Andrew withdrew his finger and pushed his hips forward.  Cassie guided
his head to her hole, fitting his knob to her entrance.  He felt her velvet
curtains opening around him, kissing his head wetly as he entered her.  She
gasped, wrapped her legs around his hips and her hands around his neck. 
Before he could thrust forward, she pulled him down and pumped her pussy
upward, impaling herself with his cock and smothering him with her pussy.

   "Cassie," Andrew moaned, his voice trembling as his prick spread her
inner pinkness and glided through the rich wet valley of his sister's
tunnel.

   Cassie grunted.  His ecstasy-heightened sight saw her mouth open in
surprise as he filled her virgin pussy with a cock for the first time.

   With their bodies locked together in an incestuous union, the ecstasy
rolled through him and her.  Together they gasped as pure, heavenly bliss
rushed through their veins.  He closed his eyes, gasped and shuddered and
kissed his sister on her forehead, still seeing her behind his lowered
lids.

   "Did the drug make you fall in love?" Cassie whispered.

   He knew she was teasing him, but he said, "I've always been in love with
you." He felt her blush and warm between her thighs, and he sensed the
embarrassment in the adorable smile that spread across her lips.

   Andrew pulled his hips back, and his sister's pussy clung to him,
refusing to let his member withdraw.  Cassie moaned.  He pushed back in,
forcing a long and low groan from deep within her lungs.  He pulled out and
fucked in again, listening to his sister's sensuous utters.  She crossed
her ankles over his butt, urging him to move faster, pulling him in deep
and grunting every time his cock hit a different depth within her.

   Then they started fucking.

   The E hit again in a tiny wave as Andrew humped his cock faster into his
sister, who clung to him, pushing and pulling him, getting louder with each
new thrust.  Her soft cries excited him, and her pussy soaked his
stiffness, allowing him to glide through her silky walls without having to
fight her newly taken cherry.

   "Oh, fuck, god," Cassie moaned.

   "Yeah, fuck, yeah," Andrew answered.

   They moved faster, and soon Andrew was humping his sister into the bed,
pinning her butt to the soft comforter and fucking his cock deep into her
little snatch while his balls slapped against the bottom of her butt. 
Cassie let go of his neck and clawed at the bedspread.  Their bodies rocked
together, her little breasts rubbing against his chest and her nipples
digging into his skin.

   "I'm gonna come," Cassie whimpered, voice breaking at the same time her
orgasm hit.  Her pussy clenched around Andrew's cock, and he grunted,
shooting his cum into the depths of her body.

   He saw colors and stars and things he never thought possible in the
darkness as his sister held him inside her.  Their breathing was ragged as
she shook around him, and he emptied his seed into her body.  They panted
together, trembling, trying to calm down, and that took time, but
eventually, Andrew could think again, and he knew that his sister could
too.

   "We need to go back to the party," Andrew said.  "Nell will be looking
for us."

   "We have to tell Nell," Cassie said.  "We have to."

   "I know," Andrew said.  "We don't keep secrets."

   "You love Nell as much as you love me."

   "Yes," Andrew answered her statement.

   "Then we'll be okay.  We'll always be okay."

   They got out of bed, turned on the lights, and cleaned themselves up. 
As they were leaving, Cassie said, "Ecstasy isn't better than making love
to you.  Nothing ever will be."

   Andrew followed her downstairs, too stunned to speak, but his eyes said
what his mouth couldn't, and he knew that Cassie understood his unspoken
love.

   A Twin's Intuition

   Nell was dancing close to Jessica when she saw her twins walking
downstairs.  Cassie's short hair was a mess; her skin held a shade of pink
that made her seem fresh and new.  Andrew had changed into jeans, but he
still wore his Peter Pan shirt.  There was something different about them.
They glowed.  They were smiling without having to smile, and whatever was
making them happy was shining from their faces like the light of the sun.

   "Give me a second," Nell said, breaking away from Jessica.

   "Where are your wings?" Nell asked her sister when they reached the
bottom of the stairs.

   Cassie blushed and shrugged.

   "Why'd you change?" she asked her brother.

   Andrew shrugged.  He didn't meet her eyes.

   "There wasn't much to see anyway," Nell teased.  There was a lot to
see, and she resisted the urge to look down now that he was no longer
hiding his cock.

   "Shut up," Andrew said.  He took her hand and spun her.  "Do we want to
dance?"

   "Yeah," Nell said.  She laughed.  "Give me one second."

   Nell walked to Jessica and said, "I'm going to chill with my twins."

   "Aw," Jessica answered.  "I'll call you if I don't see you again
tonight."

   Nell gave her a good-bye kiss.

   She took her twins' hands and skipped off to the grand room once again.
In no time, they were dancing, twisting, and turning and letting the
ecstasy drive their movements.  Nell felt wild, and she danced that way,
while Cassie stayed close to Andrew and with no wings on her back.  She
pressed her body as close to him as possible.  Dancing close was nothing
new, but Nell noticed her brother's hands.  She noticed Cassie's brushing
fingertips.  She noticed a distance between her and them where there should
be none.

   Nell's smile faded.  Andrew and Cassie asked her, "Are you okay?"
despite her never slowing her movements.

   "It's too hot in here," Nell said.

   "I'll get you some water," Andrew said.  "Meet me in the study."

   Cassie put her arm around Nell's waist, and they walked to their
father's study, the only downstairs room that was off-limits.  It was
nearly soundproof, elegant, with leather couches and chairs and shelves of
books and the tech stuff their father liked to tinker with.

   Nell slid onto the couch, leaning her back against the armrest.  Cassie
sat in the middle and put a hand on Nell's thigh, squeezing softly.

   "Feeling okay?" Cassie asked.

   "Just hot," Nell said.  "You look a little flushed.  Are you okay?"

   "I'm great." Cassie smiled.  "I feel awake.  I feel alive and, you know,
I feel -""

   "Horny," Nell said, laughing.  "Me too, but I had Jessica to play with."

   "Yeah, I saw -"I saw you going upstairs."

   "You did?" Nell asked.  She thought of the wings in her room.

   Andrew entered, interrupting Cassie's answer to her question, and he
shut the door.  He handed them a water bottle each and then sat on the
opposite armrest, facing them.

   "E makes us horny," Nell said, laughing.  "Does it do that to you?"

   Andrew made a face, but said, "Yeah.  Why do you think I had to change?"

   Nell had a funny answer but lost it when she saw the smile on Cassie's
face.  It was a small smile, light, thoughtful, and knowing.

   "I want everyone to go home," Cassie said, sighing and falling toward
Andrew's side of the couch.

   "We can't kick them out," Andrew said.  "It will be over in a few
hours."

   "No one is staying over, right?" Nell asked.  "You made sure they knew
that?"

   "Everyone knows," Andrew said.

   "What were you two doing when I couldn't find you?" Nell asked, watching
her twins.  Watching their eyes.

   "When?" Andrew asked.

   She listened to his voice.  Cassie sat up and then lay across Nell's
legs and took her hand, brushing her fingers gently.  Nell flicked her eyes
toward her, and she turned her eyes to Andrew, who was looking down at
Cassie.

   "After I was done getting some."

   Cassie giggled.  Andrew smiled and shrugged like he always did when Nell
bragged about her sex life.

   "Doesn't matter," Nell said.

   She slid down the couch, pushing herself underneath Cassie.  Her skirt
came up, and as she fixed the hem, she saw Andrew's eyes.  The thoughts
behind them were not brotherly.  Her mouth went dry, and she took a sip of
water.

   "We need a bigger couch," Cassie said.  "Our brother looks lonely."

   Nell laughed, but when her laughter faded away, she thought, No, he
doesn't.

   They spent the rest of the party together in the study, talking and
laughing and describing the ecstasy when the rolls hit rushed through them.
Nell felt something during this time.  Something she had never felt before.
She felt -"left behind.

   One More Time

   "What a mess," Andrew groaned as the last of their guests departed.

   "The sun is coming up," Cassie said.  "You guys can go ahead and clean
while I sleep."

   "We could have had help if you didn't tell our friends to relax before
they went home," Nell said.  "We should make you do the cleaning."

   "We couldn't ask them to help," Cassie said.  "That's rude." She did a
ballerina spin that brought her dress up and showed off the thong she had
changed into.  "I'm wide awake." She dropped onto the couch.

   Andrew was sitting in one of the room's recliners and sipping a beer. 
His eyes fell on Cassie's legs. One more time. He took a deep drink of
his beer and set it on the floor.

   "I need a shower," Nell said.  "The high-high has worn off, and I need
to get this sweat off of me.  I can't sleep, either."

   "I can't either," Andrew said.  "I'm wide-a-fucking-wake."

   "I get the shower next," Cassie said.  "Save some hot water for me."

   "Why don't you take one in Mom's room," Nell said.  "There's plenty in
this house."

   "I would, but I'm lazy," Cassie said.  "I just want to stretch and feel
good."

   Her eyes flickered to him.  Andrew had to keep from smiling, but
Cassie's face was as readable as the dawn.  Nell shook her head and looked
at him.  Andrew shrugged.

   "She's high," he said.

   "Whatever," Nell said.  "I'm off."

   Andrew watched his older twin jog up the stairs.  She was halfway to the
top when he had a clear view up her skirt.  He remembered her masturbating
a few hours earlier.  The memory made his cock come to life.  He focused on
the way her panties cradled her muff, and his prick swelled.  He looked
away.

   Cassie was looking at him.  "Liked what you saw?" she asked when Nell
disappeared down the hallway.

   "I like what I see now."

   "Is it the drug that's making us do this?" Cassie asked.

   "No," Andrew said.  "We've always been closer than we should have been."

   Cassie spread her legs, saying, "I like being close to you." Her dress
hid nothing as she ran her right hand over her mound and pushed her fingers
against the gusset of her panties, outlining the seam of her pussy.

   Andrew regarded his sister thoughtfully for a moment.  She had always
been cuter than Nell's beauty, but now he was seeing the sensual half of
her.  She lowered her right leg to the floor and lifted her left to the
back of the couch, opening herself for him.

   "Don't just stare," she whispered, glancing at the banister along the
second-floor landing.  "Give me a kiss."

   Andrew slid off his recliner and crawled to his sister, moving between
her open legs and kissing the inside of her left thigh above her stocking.
She arched her back.  He licked and nibbled her inner flesh until he
reached her soft center.

   "You can't -"ah -"spend too much time down there," Cassie moaned.

   Andrew pulled the gusset of his sister's panties aside, baring her
bright pink muff and breathing her aroma into his lungs.  She was hot, and
when he licked her parted lips, his tongue pulled her fresh cream from her
body, and he drank it down.  He grabbed her legs, closed them, and pushed
them straight up and removed her panties.  He tossed her heels aside as
well, but he left on her stockings on her legs.

   "Lick me," Cassie whispered.  "Taste my pussy."

   He spread her legs and met her eyes.  Her gaze bore into him, and he
dipped his head toward her pussy, kissing her lips.  He could feel her eyes
on him when he pushed his tongue into her liquid depths.

   "Ooh," Cassie moaned.  Her hips jerked, and she draped her legs over his
shoulders.

   Andrew had to chase his sister's cunny with his tongue as she writhed
beneath him.  He palmed her butt cheeks and tried to hold her still while
he slid his tongue into her twat, fucking her slit with shallow up and down
strokes through her pretty little pussy hole.

   "Mm, mm, uh," Cassie moaned and used her calves to pull him closer to
her twat.

   He used his fingers to spread her lips open.  Her wetness brightened her
pinkness, and where her cunny walls pressed together, a line of white cream
glistened.  Andrew slid his thumb through her vertical opening, wetting the
tip so that when he pushed his finger against her clit, it was like he was
massaging her swollen nub with exotic oils.

   "Oh, god," Cassie moaned.  She fucked her pussy toward his circling
thumb, trying to match the rhythm of his motions.

   His lips found her pussy once again.  He slipped a finger inside of her
below his licking tongue.  Cassie whimpered.  He pushed deeper into her
body, amazed that her little channel had taken his cock hours earlier.  She
felt too small, too tight, even as she dripped her nectar over his digit,
it felt like her pussy would hold onto his finger forever.

   "Andrew," she pouted as if he was teasing her, and she couldn't take it
anymore.  "Almost -"almost -"almost" -"he licked upward through her slit
and pressed it against her pearl alongside his thumb -""coming.  Oh, god,
I'm coming."

   Cassie rode his face, wiping his chin, lips, and nose with her pussy
-"cum-coating his mouth.  Andrew increased the speed of his fingering,
drawing out her honey while savoring the smoothly textured petals of her
pink flower.  Her butt dropped to the couch, and she trembled while her
orgasm subsided.

   "Fuck," Cassie gasped.  "Thank you."

   Andrew smiled at his sister's sweetness.  He pulled off his shirt and
unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his hips along with his briefs. 
His cock sprung upward, flinging a strand of clear, sticky pre-cum across
his sister's hairless mound.

   Cassie wiped away the cum with her finger and brought it to her lips,
sucking the tip into her mouth.  "Mm.  Give me more," she whispered.

   Andrew settled himself between his sister's legs.  She reached down and
pulled her pussy lips apart for him.  He almost came at the sight of his
sister opening her cunny for him.  He guided his cock toward her hole using
only his hips, pausing when the head of his dick fit snugly against
Cassie's opening.

   "Do it," Cassie whispered.  "Fuck me."

   He did, thrusting his hips forward and parting the walls of his sister's
near-virgin slit.  She groaned as he stretched her, and he moaned when her
walls pulled at the flesh of his shaft, straining his tip with the friction
that her tightness created.  He breathed, a trembling sound, as he sunk
into his sister's pussy to the balls.

   They started fucking right away.  He leaned over her, and she grabbed
his ass, clinging to his butt and squeezing it as if she were afraid she'd
never touch him again.  His cock dipped into her repeatedly, pinning her to
the couch as she whimpered and took his shaft to the root with each thrust.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cassie chanted beneath him.  He could feel her pussy
fighting to close around his thickness, trying to force him out and keep
him in at the same time.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

   His sister's soft fuck-chant sparked something within him.  Andrew
fucked her faster, harder, smacking her ass with his balls as his cock
glided into her.  He rubbed her deep, making her grunt and gasp, and she
wrapped her silky stockings around him, using her grip to hump her body
against his -"fucking herself onto him.

   "Umm," she uttered low and guttural as his knob bumped against her inner
crevices.

   "Cassie," Andrew moaned.  His cock tingled, and the warm little oven
between his sister's thighs was baking his erection in the sweetest warmth
he had ever felt.

   "Andrew, Andrew," she whimpered.  "I'm coming."

   The pressure of his sister's pussy walls and cunt muscles against the
sides of his shaft was too much.  Tingles shook his legs.  His heart sped
up.  Her pussy-walls clung to his shaft, squeezing him hard enough to send
pulsing streams of pleasure through his cock.  When his sister came,
Andrew's cum erupted from his balls, shot through his shaft, and joined his
sister's juices as they leaked from her body.

   "Fuck," Cassie moaned.

   "God," Andrew grunted.

   They shared their orgasms, slamming their hips together as they did. 
Andrew's weight pinned Cassie to the cushions, but she fought to rise as
her butt bucked upward from the force of her come.  They kissed as he
filled her insides with his pearly white stream.  He gasped, releasing the
last of his load as his entire body spasmed with tingles.  He was in
Heaven, and Heaven happened to be inside of his sister.

   Andrew dropped his head next to Cassie's, touching her cheek to the
cheek, and then he snapped his head upward.  How long had they been
fucking?

   His cock was still hard when it slid from his sister's cunny.  He
shivered with pleasure at the end of his withdrawal, falling to the side,
and kneeling next to the couch.  Cassie made a strange sound.  He followed
her gaze to the stairs.

   Nell stood there, but for how long?  She had showered, changed into a
tank top and little panties, the kind she liked to embarrass him with when
their mother was not around to yell at her.  She was still wearing her
horns and in her hands, were Cassie's angelic wings.

   The quiet that followed gave life to the surreal pain in his heart as he
met Nell's eyes.  Her big, doe-like eyes -"the eyes they shared -"were full
of disbelief.  Hurt.  Sadness. Heartbreak.

   Nell turned and walked away, moving like a zombie.  She clutched the
wings to her breasts and disappeared down the hallway.  Andrew knew he
would find her in his room.  Nell's room was for talking, but his sisters
always went to his room when something was wrong.  It was their sanctuary.

   "You have to talk to her," Cassie said.

   Andrew turned to his sister.  Her eyes held a trembling shimmer of
liquid, and his own eyes watered.

   "You're not going to?" he asked.

   Cassie shook her head and wiped the corners of her eyes.  She looked
down.  "You two handle our problems, remember?"

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Shower."

   Cassie grabbed his hand and squeezed.  "It will be all right," she said.
"You'll make it right."

   Andrew nodded and wiped his eyes.

   Cassie let go of his hand.  He walked upstairs to his room.

   Andrew's Devil

   Andrew stopped outside his door, taking several deep breaths before
bringing his knuckles down to rattle the wooden entrance to his room.  Nell
didn't answer.  He turned the handle and pushed in, stepping inside and
finding Nell curled into a ball in the center of his bed, hugging Cassie's
wings.

   "Hey," he said.

   Nell didn't answer.

   He sat down on his bed, alongside Nell's back, the mattress sinking
beneath his weight.  He put a hand on her shoulder, spreading his fingers
to comfort as much of his older sister as he could.  Her warm skin turned
his skin red.

   "You're still wearing your horns," Andrew said.

   "I have that Halloween spirit," Nell said.  "I always thought I was the
devilish one, but it looks like I can't compare to Cassie."

   Andrew squeezed her shoulder.  Her muscles yielded to his touch.  He had
never heard her sound like this -"helpless.  Nell was never helpless.  She
always knew what to say and what to do when no one else did.

   "Do you love her more than me?"

   "No," Andrew said.  He rubbed her shoulder and then her arm to the elbow
and back up to her shoulder, leaving white lines against her olive skin. 
Her muscles tightened, and their sleek definition rippled under his caress.

   "Do you want to know why I only date girls?" She hugged Cassie's wings
tighter to her body.

   "I remember you saying you liked girls more."

   "I said I liked girls I met more than the guys I was able
to choose from," Nell said.  "I never thought that the one man that I've
always loved was possible have, so I never tried."

   "Who is he?" he asked while his mind whispered, It's you, jackass.

   "It's you," Nell said, her voice quiet and almost shy.  "Jackass."

   No, not shy.  His sister was not shy.  She was afraid.  Nell was never
afraid, but her voice wavered, and her body tensed.

   "I used to dream about you and hope," Nell whispered.  "Cassie and I
used to fight over who you loved more; we still joke about it, but I always
meant it.  I guess we know now."

   "Tonight was my first time with Cassie," Andrew said.  "We went to your
room to do another pill so you'd do one with us, and you and Jessica came
in.  We hid in the closet."

   "You watched me?"

   "It's what sparked it," Andrew said.  "The small space forced us
together.  Our costumes made it easy to feel one another."

   "Did you feel me when I sat on your lap?"

   "When you chased away my date?" Andrew laughed, the sound low and
breathy.  "I felt you."

   "How did I feel?"

   "You felt like you were meant to be there with me." He squeezed her
shoulder again.  "It scared me."

   "Will you kiss me?" Nell asked.  "Unless you don't want to.  I know
Cassie is special to you."

   "You're both special to me," Andrew said.  "I couldn't love one of you
more than the other."

   "You love me?"

   "You never need to ask.  I've always loved you."

   "But do you love me?"

   Nell rolled onto her butt, sitting up and looking into him.  Her eye
trembled, but the light of hope that her dreams may come true shined
beneath their surface.  His heart thundered, the beat echoing within his
skull.  He had to work his mouth to wash away the dryness.

   "Andrew," Nell whispered.

   "Yeah?"

   "I'm nervous.  You know what I say when I'm nervous."

   "You say 'fuck it.'"

   Fuck it. He moved forward before Nell could take control, and he
pressed his lips to his sister's mouth.  A shock went through him when he
felt her lips melting against his, and it spread to his heart, sending an
electric storm throughout his body that was better than any high the
ecstasy could have given him.

   Nell held the taste of sin on her lips; a promise of temptation that
this was only the beginning of what it was like to have her give herself to
him.  He'd never stop wanting more of her, and he'd pay anything to
experience her touch again.

   Their kiss intensified.  Nell's hunger pushed his head back as she
pressed against his lips, and that drove Andrew to push himself tighter
against her.  She held his cheeks, holding his mouth to hers, and he
wrapped his arms around her, surprised by how small she felt against him.

   "I've loved you for so long," Nell whispered.  Her breath swirled around
the insides of his mouth, forcing his cheeks to water.

   "Nell." He exhaled her name as he moved over her body and pressed his
sister to his bed.

   Nell spread her legs, and Andrew slid between them, his pelvis
interlocking with hers as if carved to fit together since the beginning of
their existence.  Their lips continued to move with long, slow, and wet
mirrored turns.  Andrew pulled the sides of his sister's tank top inward,
exposing her breasts, her perfect mounds hungry for his eyes' attention.

   "Beautiful," he sighed.

   "Suck them," Nell said, arching her back.  "Lick them.  Pinch them and
pull -"oh."

   He grasped one of her breasts and held it up to his lips.  He sucked it
in, Nell moaned, putting her hands on his shoulders while her body moved in
tiny circles below him.  He pulled her beaded point upward with his lips,
let it go, and licked his tongue around her areola.  He moved to her other
breast, nibbling softly, and she whimpered her thank-you.

   Nell grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled, struggling to slide it up
her back.  Andrew lowered his hands around the sides of her breasts,
cradled her back, and lifted her, and she tossed the shirt aside.  He
kissed his sister between her breasts, licking the bottom curves and moving
lower, flicking his tongue around her navel and tickling the shallow dip
within.

   His sister's breath caught.  Nell shivered.  Andrew watched her stomach
tremble like a wave, the fall taking her skin from his lips and the rise
bringing her back into contact with him.  He went lower, hooking his
fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her smooth
thighs and long legs.  Her wild scent filled his nostrils, igniting an
animalistic hunger within him that needed to be satisfied.

   Andrew traced a line down his sister's hairless mound with his tongue,
licking the hood of her clit and settling on the pink jewel that swelled
outward from its rubbery protection.

   "Ooh-oh god," Nell moaned, her voice trembling as Andrew danced his
tongue around her clit.

   He moved lower and to the side, running his tongue over her outer,
meatier labia.  Andrew devoured her flesh, and circled his sister's slit
with his tongue, sliding across her perineum and up her outer labia, ending
where he started.  She bent her knees and spread herself like a butterfly's
wings, her pink slowly parting to reveal the upper depths of her vertical
slash.

   "Fuck," Andrew moaned, washing his older sister's muff with his breath.
He tasted her, pushing his tongue into her little pussy and savoring the
flavor of her incestuous drippings.

   "Fuck," Nell breathed, bucking her hips.

   Andrew balanced himself on his left elbow, curling his arm under his
sister's right thigh, and he used his right fingers to brush the length of
her opening.  He pushed one finger into her softness and then another, her
creaminess aiding his journey through her channel.  He lowered his head,
fastening his mouth to her pearl and flicked her wildly with his tongue.

   "Yeah, oh yeah, yeah," Nell moaned, grabbing his head with one hand and
clawing the bed with the other.

   "Like that?" he asked, breathing the words against her pussy before
tongue-fucking and finger-banging her cute little cunt with deep-touching
fuck-jabs.

   "Yes," Nell gasped.  "Fuck, yes.  Finger-bang me." She humped her pussy
against his mouth and fingers.  "Finger-fuck this little pussy."

   His sister's hole squeezed his finger hard.  Her tightness felt too
small for his fingers, and he loved it.  He wondered how his cock was going
to fit into her pretty little snatch, even with her cunny creaming as much
as it was.  His fingers came away, glistening with her nectar.  He licked
her clit faster.  Nell whimpered, coming when he pushed the nub against her
pubic bone.

   Nell fucked his face with thrashing humps against his mouth, holding his
head and clawing at his hair.  She pulled it roughly.  It hurt, and it gave
him pleasure.  It made him want to swallow her pussy whole.  Andrew tongued
his twin faster and harder, giving her little cunny a few rugged
finger-pokes that made her grunt through the final tremors of her orgasm.

   Andrew rose to his knees.  He shucked his shirt and pulled down his
pants, falling over to push them from his knees.  When he righted himself,
his dick pointed between his sister's legs, and she spread herself wide for
him, though the narrow slit between her soft folds remained closed.

   "You're big," she said, the beautiful lines of her face pulled into a
smile.  "Come here." She opened her mouth.  "Let me suck you."

   He shuffled forward.  Nell backed away like she was suddenly afraid, but
it was only put her head and shoulders on his pillows.  He straddled
stomach, keeping his weight off her body as she pushed her tits together. A
bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his knob.  Nell's eyes sparkled at
the site.

   "Ooh, you have a treat for me," Nell said.  "Fuck your dick through my
tits and let me taste you."

   Andrew wanted to say something sexy, but he responded with a groan
created from the lust that his sister's words sparked within him.  The
crown of his cock nestled at the entrance to the valley of his sister's
tits, and he humped forward, but as soft and warm as Nell's breasts were,
they still needed to be wetter for a smooth glide through her perky flesh.

   "Hold my tits together," Nell said.  "Come on, little brother, do it."

   More pre-cum beaded his tip as Andrew cupped the sides of her breasts
and pushed them together.  Nell reached under him, sighing as she touched
herself before bringing her hands to prick.  She grabbed his cock, stroking
him with her creamy-cummy fingers, and then she ordered him to, "Fuck my
tits."

   Andrew's cock slid between her breasts with ease.  He pushed them
tightly together so that they cuddled his shaft with their warm softness.
His sister pinched her nipples, pulling and compressing the beaded nubs
beneath her fingertips.  Her body trembled, her mouth opened, and she met
his eyes, waiting.  Andrew's teased the tip of his prick away from his
sister's mouth.  Nell chased his glans several before curling her brows
down in anger.  He slowed his thrusting long enough for his sister to
fasten her lips around his head.

   "Fuck," he moaned.

   Nell's suctioned her lips over his spongy tip, the heat baking his
thickened flesh in pleasure.  Andrew arched his back, pushing his hips
forward as his sister's tongue swirled around the head of his prick,
collecting his constant stream of pre-cum for swallowing.

   "Fuck my face," Nell panted, pushing his hands from her tits so he could
move over her body.  "Go deep in my throat.  I can handle it." Her face
said she wasn't sure, but Andrew wasn't going to argue with his older
sister's demands.

   "Nell," Andrew growled.  "Oh fuck, Nell."

   He braced his hands against his headrest, balanced himself on his knees
and started fucking his cock deep into his sister's mouth.  She didn't
choke, even when he entered the softer tunnel of her throat.  Andrew
listened to his sister's flaring nostrils, and he felt the spit spraying
from her mouth.  For a moment, he thought he was going to come as his body
filled with a weightless rush of adrenaline, but nothing happened. The
fucking E. He wanted to cry -"the pleasure was too much to endure.  He
needed release.

   Andrew pulled his cock from his sister's lips, having to yank his ass
out of her hands to get away from her mouth.  He slid down her body,
needing to be inside of her.  He needed her pussy.  He wanted to fill her
with his cum while his body tensed, and his mind exploded.

   "Do it," Nell hissed, spreading her legs for him.  "Fuck your dick deep
into me.  Make me feel it."

   Andrew groaned.  He gripped his sister behind her knees, pushed her legs
back, and shifted his hips until his cock lined up with her shining slit.
He thrust forward, sinking into her tightness and moaning as her smooth
insides embraced him in a soothing grip of warm incestual velvet.

   "Ooh," Nell moaned, her voice breaking into a whimper as he spread her
pink walls.

   Andrew sighed the entire journey through is sister's tunnel.  Her
pussy-flesh smothered him.  She arched her back when he was halfway inside
of her.  She hissed as his dick traveled deeper through her channel, and he
barely resisted the urge to thrust his cock to the back of her canal with
one pussy-hurting thrust.

   "Jesus," Nell gasped.  She looked surprised as if she hadn't expected
him to find untouched pussy-meat within her.

   He tried to say something, but Nell squeezed his shaft with her inner
muscles.  He almost came -"he wanted to come, but he wanted to fuck her for
as long as he could.  A single rope of pre-cum slipped from his shaft,
while his balls tingled madly with the need to flood his sister with his
cum.

   "Fuck me, little brother," Nell gasped.  "Fuck me hard and fuck me
fast."

   Andrew did as his sister demanded.  He humped his cock into her pussy,
spreading her inner walls as her clinging lips sucked his shaft and teased
his head with every stroke through her wet softness.  Their movements shook
the bed and jerked Nell's body over the comforter and drove her butt into
the bed.  She panted, breathing hard as her tits bounced with each of
Andrew's pussy-spreading strokes.

   "Yea," Nell gasped, taking his cock-pounding like a champion dick rider.
"Harder, you big fucker."

   "Fuck," Andrew moaned.  He fell forward, pushing her knees back in a V
to her shoulders and her feet up.  He held her trapped under his hips,
pinning her to the bed by his cock that fucked wetly through her inner
channel.

   Nell's moans turned to groans and grunts, then high pitched whimpers
when he pushed in deep.  He flexed his ass to get added depth and ground
his cock against her in slow circles.  The head of his dick rubbed her
insides, and they both felt the electric thrill of those touches.  He
pulled out and fucked in hard again, slamming into her upturned pussy as
his balls spanked her asshole.

   "Oh, you bully," Nell moaned, but in a naughty voice, as if she was
teasing him to try even harder.  "Doing this to your sister."

   He moaned and pulled back.  He let go of her legs and grabbed his
sister's ass, lifting her into the air.  He sat back on his heels.  She dug
her toes into the bed.  They started fucking together, with Andrew
thrusting into her as she rolled her body snakelike against his cock.

   "Deeper, Andrew," Nell sobbed.  Her hair swung as she rode him.  "Fuck
my pussy deep."

   Andrew gasped for air.  He slammed into her, pushing deep and bulging
his dick inside of her.  Nell held him around the neck, now throwing her
pussy onto his prick over and over again.  She didn't stop, even when she
kissed him with a savage hunger that electrified his body.

   His sister broke their kiss and bit his neck.  She wasn't gentle.  He
fucked his cock roughly into her with one hard jab, and she came, her cum
gushing over his shaft and dripping from her pussy lips to soak their
crotches.  She trembled and whimpered -"she cried out, sobbing as her body
shook, and her clenched shut.  It felt like she had poured a bucket of warm
water over his cock.

   "Nell," Andrew grunted.  His sister's pussy-walls rippled across the
length of his erection.  His glands tightened, and the pulsing pleasure of
his orgasm tingled down his shaft all the way to his balls.  He tensed,
shaking as cum surged through his body with the intensity of the shaking
earth.  He came.  He came in one long surge of orgasmic bliss.  His sperm
flowed through him like a tidal wave and gushed into his sister's snug,
unprotected pussy without mercy.

   Andrew clutched at his sister's ass while they came.  His fingers
bruised her flesh.  She hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder and then
kissing the tender spot where she had bitten, but the pain was already
forgotten.  His brother-cum was swimming inside of her, and when he set her
down and pulled his cock from her pussy, their privates glistened with
their combined love.

   They fell to the bed, exhausted, with Nell's legs spread and his sperm
dripping out of her.

   That Age-Old Argument

   "That was impressive," Cassie said.  "Watching almost made me come."

   Andrew lifted his head.  Cassie stood in the doorway, wearing only a
towel around her body and for some reason, her silver halo on her head. 
She walked to the bed and sat down next to Nell.

   "Everyone's happy again," Cassie said.  She grabbed Nell's hand and held
it.  Her wide pupils tried to focus.  "Like we're meant to be."

   "I think we can stop arguing about who Andrew loves more," Nell
whispered and then added, "I guess it's both of us."

   "I guess," Cassie said, rolling her eyes.  "But, I wonder who is better
in bed?"

   Andrew didn't say anything.  Two sets of eyes focused on him. Were they
fucking with him? He smiled.

   "You are both perfect," Andrew said.  "Cassie, you're my angel, and you
make love like one.  Nell, you're my devil, and you fuck like one.  There
is no better between you.  You are two halves of perfection."

   "Aw," Cassie sighed, covering her heart with her hands and Nell's. 
"That's so sweet, but really, who's better?  Devil or Angel?"

   "He's going to say, devil," Nell said.

   "Angel," Cassie said.

   "Nuh-uh."

   "Uh-huh."

   "Nuh-uh."

   "Uh-huh."

   "Nuh-uh."
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