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  “Fuck, Sonea. You’re trying to get in trouble now. Don’t make me ground you or something,” he threatens, rolling onto his back and lifting the sheet to watch me with tired eyes and a little smirk tilting the corner of his mouth.

  Giving him a wicked grin of my own, I lower my mouth over his length until I feel it kissing the back of my throat. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I swallow past my gag reflex, and he instinctively jerks his hips up to fill my throat. I can’t breathe enough to gag, and I can just about manage to move my tongue to lick around his shaft. A strained grunt passes from his lips, and his palm finds the back of my head to guide me off him before he thrusts back in again.

  I gag this time, and the way his eyes flash and his fingers tighten in my hair tells me he’s enjoying what I’m doing.

  “Fuck, keep doing that with your tongue,” he groans, dropping his head back and letting me take over while still fisting my hair and using it like a leash.

  It doesn’t take much longer before his whole body stills with his cock buried deep inside my mouth and my nose pressed to his pelvis. He suffocates me as he comes, spilling his cum down my throat. Aston releases his grip on my hair and I pull back, gasping down a huge lungful of air. I can still taste him on my tongue, and I swallow again before grabbing my bottle of water from the nightstand and taking a drink to clear it.

  “That was a nice way to wake up,” he smirks, rubbing his thumb along the seam of my mouth and wiping small droplets of water from my lips.

  I smile and kiss his thumb before I throw back the covers, and getting out of bed, I turn to look at him more seriously. “You need to get back to your room before Sean notices or hears that you’re in here with me. He may ask questions. ”

  “I can’t come and speak to my little sister?” Aston says testily, and I bristle at his condescending tone.

  “You can, but you shouldn’t have stayed last night. It was too risky. Besides, it’s far too early in the day to be coming by my room for a chat,” I respond just as snippily, gesturing in annoyance at my clock with its glowing red numbers that read 8:30am.

  “You want me to do the walk of shame, when you’re the one that started this, Sonea? You wouldn’t let it drop even when I told you to, and now it’s gotten this far, suddenly you’re worried about perception. You and Sean have always been close, but right now flaunting that closeness when we’re fighting isn’t helping.” Aston’s voice is getting louder, and I can see the hurt and anger simmering in his eyes, all the contentment from our moment having faded.

  “I’m not the only one at fault here, Aston. Last night it was you who touched me first and kissed me first. It was you who led me up here. You could’ve left after, and you should’ve.” Shaking my head, I let my annoyance show. “I may have started this months ago, but you chose to finish it. I’m going to the bathroom to shower. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

  As I reach over to grab my phone from the nightstand, Aston lunges out and grabs my wrist. I look up at him and he pulls me into his arms, squeezing me tightly and kissing the top of my head.

  “I’m sorry, Sonea. This isn’t a normal situation, and with yesterday and then this morning, can you blame me for feeling a bit rejected?”

  “No, but you should remember that you rejected me first before you start throwing around blame. You may be the ‘parent’ in our little family, but you’re not the only adult anymore. I may not have been thinking clearly before, but I am now, and all I want to do is to shower and spend some time with Sean today.” I pull back to look at him, and when I see the understanding and acceptance in his eyes, I relax a little.

  Aston leans forward and kisses me chastely. It’s such a light brush of his lips over mine, and I shiver at the faint tingle he leaves behind when he pulls back. Without another word, he lets me go, and spinning on my heel, I leave my room and my big brother lying naked in my bed.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Sean

  The sound of the bathroom door slamming jars me from my dreams, and when I open my eyes and see the familiar walls with old band posters covering the dark blue paper, I remember I’m home. I roll over to check the time and groan when I see how early it is, but now I’m awake I won’t be able to get back to sleep. As the rest of the previous day slowly comes back to me, my stomach twists with an unrecognizable emotion, and I recall the saved video.

  My fingers twitch to pick my phone up and look at the recording, to see if what I remember is different from what actually happened. I was exhausted, and in the morning light, I’m wondering if maybe I imagined seeing my brother in the room with my twin sister. The more I think about it, the more implausible and impossible it seems. Plus, it’s sick to have even thought about filming my sister having sex, let alone actually doing it. I don’t understand what possessed me to record it in the first place.

  Deciding to leave the conundrum and put off watching it until I’m thinking more clearly, I swing my legs out of bed and get up. All the while my phone sits on the nightstand, hiding the video within its confines and taunting me with its secret, begging me to unveil it. Shaking my head, I leave my bedroom, nearly bumping into Sonea who’s just leaving the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair and another fixed tightly around her body.

  She smiles brightly when she sees me and throws her arms around me, letting out a happy sigh. “I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you.”

  Bringing my arms around her, I tug her close and hug her. I try not to think about the curves I saw last night and how they’re pressed against me right now, only hidden by the thick material of her towel. I’m sure my cheeks are fire-red, and I hope she won’t see my embarrassment and ask me what’s wrong. I’m not sure I could admit to the sickness that swept over me last night and how the memory of her soft moans and cries is now embedded in my brain. I let her go before she notices the semi I’m sporting due to her closeness and near nudity.

  “I missed you too. Now move your ass, Sis, I need to have a shower. You better not have used all the hot water,” I tease, and she lets out an indignant huff, but her amused expression saps all the power from it.

  “See you downstairs, Sean.”

  I dash past her and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I exhale heavily, and attempt to slow my racing thoughts and heart. Sonea didn’t seem to realize anything was amiss with me, and if she did notice the feel of my semi-hard dick, then I’m hoping she’ll put it down to morning wood, and not what it really was...the evidence of a wrong kind of love.

  Smothering all those feelings, I distract myself by mentally playing music in my head. I concentrate on the shower and let my mind go blank of all the confusing and shame-inducing thoughts. By the time I finish, I’m feeling refreshed and calmer than I was when I came in here. Leaving the bathroom, I head down to the kitchen to find Sonea and Aston. I’m drawn to the room by the scent of fresh coffee and toasted bagels.

  Something is different this morning, and I’m not sure if it’s my imagination playing tricks on me, or whether the previous night wasn’t just a fucked up dream conjured by my tired subconscious. Aston seems more at ease, but Sonea seems distant, a faraway look in her eyes as though deep in thought, and she’s only half paying attention to the food on her plate.

  “Earth to Sonea,” I sing-song and she blinks, focusing on me.

  “Huh?” she asks.

  “Well, your coffee is probably cold by now, and you’ve shredded that poor bagel of yours. What’s wrong?”

  She breathes out a laugh, and shrugs. “Nothing. Just tired, I guess.”

  I let her lie slide. She must be tired if she thinks she can pull the wool over my eyes. We’ve always been able to tell when the other is hiding something; that’s partly why we’ve never kept any secrets from each other. I suspect that whatever she’s lying about is the reason she didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. It stings that Sonea feels she can’t trust me with what’s bothering her, because of all the people in the world, she’s the only one I’d trust unconditi
onally with my life. I love my brother, but the bond I share with Sonea runs deeper than family, and deeper than the blood we all have running through our veins. Besides, she’s not the only one with something to hide right now.

  Breakfast curdles in my stomach when I think of the secret I’m keeping. Sonea would be disgusted to know what I did last night, even though I suspect what’s bothering her has to do with what I saw. I don’t even know how to ask her about it. We talk about almost everything, but there are some things we’ve unanimously agreed not to share. Sex isn’t something we discuss, and although Sonea and Aston both know I’m bisexual as I came out to them a couple of years ago, I’ve never divulged anything more about my sex life than that to her. Even if we did share those kinds of things, I’m not sure I’d be able to.

  After breakfast, I make an excuse and disappear up to my room. I can’t put this off any longer. I need to know what’s on my phone, and I have to see the truth so I can hopefully put a stop to the chaos whirring around my brain. Maybe I’ll find the courage to confront my sister if my suspicions are confirmed, even if it means admitting how I found out. Shutting my door, I pick up my phone and unlock it.

  Digging through it, I locate the camera app and load the album. The last saved item is the video, and my thumb hovers hesitantly over the play button. Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I take a deep breath and hit it. The video starts up, and my mouth goes dry as I watch the scene from the previous night unfolding in front of me. There’s no doubting it; there on the screen is my older brother and twin sister fucking each other like their lives depended on it. The intensity of their movements and the pleasure on their faces has been captured with clarity by the tiny camera, and now their brother is watching it on replay.

  The video ends when they do, and by time I’m done watching, my hand is shaking, my body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and my dick is throbbing painfully. Before I can stop to consider the madness of what I’m doing, I swipe back to the beginning, press play and grab my dick in my hand. I grunt at the almost instantaneous relief that follows my touch.

  At first I start slowly, and eventually I’m moving my hand in time with their thrusts. I’m so close to coming. I can feel it building as my balls tighten, but just as Sonea lets out a high moan and rapture crosses her face, my bedroom door opens and I jump in shock. I try to cover myself up, and the phone flies from my hand and hits the floor. As I glance up to see who it is, I watch frozen as Sonea bends to pick it up. Fear douses the heat within me like a bucket of cold water when she looks at the screen and her face goes as white as a sheet.

  Accusation and a shock that mirrors my own fills her tone when she says, “Sean, what’s this?”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Sonea

  Sean stares back at me, his cheeks crimson and expression horrified. The video he was watching stopped playing when it hit the floor at my feet, but I can see on the pause screen mine and Aston’s naked and entwined bodies. He saw us having sex, and he recorded it!

  I don’t even know what to say right now, and it seems he doesn’t either. Turning, I slowly force my feet to move, and I leave his room, heading for my own. I need to think, and I want to discover exactly what Sean observed. I can barely process the fact he recorded me and Aston, and when I walked in his room, the way he jumped as though he’d been shot makes me wonder what he was doing with the video. Was he touching himself?

  Closing the door to my room, I move on autopilot toward my bed and sit down. Looking at the screen, I can see the video’s nearly finished, so I carefully take it back to the beginning, and after hitting mute, I press play. My hand flies up to my mouth as I watch my body moving in tandem with Aston’s as he slowly fucks me, getting faster and more rigorous. My own cheeks begin to flush as I watch the two of us together and the way Aston’s muscles flex and my breasts jiggle with every thrust.

  I can still feel where Aston’s hands were on me, the press of his skin against mine, and I wonder how Sean felt when he saw us. Did he enjoy watching us? Sean and I shared so much together growing up, and a sudden thought crosses my mind. It occurs to me he might like the wrong things too...just like I do. I know Sean almost as well he knows himself, and there’s no way he’d ever be able to talk to me about this. Sex is the one topic he’s always been private about. He’s the shy one of the two of us when it comes down to it.

  I give Sean space for the rest of the day. Both of us are quiet at dinner, and I know Aston notices, but I shoot him a look to leave it alone when he goes to ask what’s wrong. He doesn’t press it, and I’m guessing he thinks Sean and I argued, and for now I’m happy to let him think that. At the moment my focus is on my twin and how to talk to him and fix this gaping chasm that just fractured our relationship. I won’t lose him. I refuse to let us fall apart. We’re stronger than this, but I know that out of the two of us it needs to be me who approaches him. This never would’ve happened if not for me, and I need to somehow make this right with him.

  Aston seems to sense I need space, and even though I’m sure it pains him to do so after our argument this morning, I’m grateful he gives it to me. Sean disappears off to his room following dinner, and I let him. He’s embarrassed that I know what he saw and that I caught him with the video, so I’m giving him the chance to calm down. Hell, I need it too if I’m being honest with myself.

  After I’ve gotten ready for bed, I grab Sean’s phone from my room and walk down the hallway toward his bedroom. I don’t knock, I just walk in and quietly shut the door behind me. His room is dark, but I can make out the shape of his form in the darkness, lying on his bed, and I move toward him. Setting his phone down on his desk, I lie down next to him with my back to his front. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I, but after a few minutes of us lying there side by side, I feel his hand on my stomach, tugging me closer to him.

  His warmth wraps around me, and the feeling of home comforts the ache in my soul that's been throbbing since this morning.

  “I love you, Sean...and I know what you saw. I’m sorry you had to find out that way. Aston tried to stop it, to stop me, but somehow neither of us could keep apart from each other. Do you hate me now?” I ask, my voice small.

  Sean groans and squeezes me. “How could you think I’d hate you? I could never hate you, Sonea. You’re the other part of me. I’ll always love you.”

  I find his hands in the dark and grip them tightly in mine. “So, when I walked in here this morning...were you masturbating to that video? Did you like what you saw?”

  Silence follows my question, but I feel him bury his face in my hair, and after a few minutes pass, he answers, “Yes.”

  My heart thumps, and my breath escapes in a small whoosh. I lick my lips, and using my grip on his hand, I slide one of his up my body to my breast, leaving the other where it is, pressed flat against my stomach. Sean groans, and I feel his cock stiffening against my ass. With no prompting, he massages my flesh in his palm. His fingers search out and locate my nipple, and I let out a soft whimper as it sends a rush of heat surging downward. Sean’s lips find my neck and he kisses the soft skin there, running the tip of his tongue across it and making me shiver. Feeling bold, I nudge his other hand downward and he follows my hint, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of my pajama pants to rub my clit.

  “Sean,” I murmur, closing my eyes at the myriad of sensations he’s creating within me, gasping out loud when he slides his fingers through the wetness of my pussy before delving in to it. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

  His cock is rock hard and digging into me, and I reach around to rub it, his grunts start mixing with my moans that are getting louder the longer he touches me until I come with a soft scream. The door flies open and the light switches on, but Sean doesn’t stop, even as I shudder through another orgasm with his hands on my body and Aston’s eyes blazing with heat as he watches us.

  “Don’t stop touching her,” Aston orders, and Sean’s hands still for a moment before he continues. “Take he
r pants off, and kiss her pussy.”

  My jaw drops open in shock at his words, and Sean leans over to look at me and I nod. He swallows hard, glancing nervously between Aston and me, but when he grips the top of my pants, his hands are steady and his eyes are dilated with desire. I lift my ass to help him as he peels them agonizingly slowly down my legs.

  “Don’t tease me,” I scold in a breathy voice, and he grins at me before tossing them aside and lowering his head between my legs.

  The first lick of his tongue is tentative, almost shy, but as soon as the whimper escapes my lips he sucks on my clit with fervor, sending a short scream bursting from me.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God,” I chant as he flicks it confidently with his tongue, and I cry out when an orgasm rips through me.

  I’m quickly silenced by the invasion of Aston’s cock in my mouth, and I gag around his length. Sean kisses his way slowly up my body, sucking and biting the skin, and paying close attention to my nipples before he reaches my widely stretched mouth. He licks my lips, circling around the base of Aston’s cock, garnering a hiss from him and a moan from me. I can feel his cock through his boxers, and I reach between us, gently snapping the elastic at the top to indicate I want them off while my words are being choked from me by Aston thrusting into my mouth.

  I don’t even have time to process what’s happening before I’m moaning at the delicious stretch of Sean filling my pussy with his thick cock while Aston fills my throat. Before he can come, Aston pulls away, and a thin string of saliva trails from my mouth to the head of his cock.

  Sean fucks me slowly, and as his confidence builds and his pounding becomes more rigorous, my body becomes coated in sweat, and when he starts ramming my G-spot, I can feel another orgasm building. He may not be as long or thick as Aston, but he sure knows how to fucking use it.