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©Bree Sanders, 2011
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“They must be here somewhere,” said Ivy as she impatiently tossed aside their brother’s socks.
Eva nibbled on her lip. “I don’t know, Ivy. After you ‘borrowed’ his motorcycle last time and dented it, he said you’d never find the keys again.”
“Adam won’t let us drive his car, and he won’t let us take his motorcycle. How are we supposed to get to the mall?”
“I guess that’s why he gave us bus passes,” said Eva drily.
Ivy stopped her snooping to shoot a glare at her. “I’m too fucking gorgeous to ride a bus.”
“We’re identical twins, and I take the bus all the time.”
Ivy flicked a dismissive glance over her plain shorts and shirts that left Eva squirming with embarrassment. “In theory, you’re too hot to ride the bus too, sis. You just need to make more of an effort to show it.” She returned to searching Adam’s drawers for the keys. After a moment, she said, “Whoa, what’s this?”
Eva walked over to stand beside her sister, pushing Ivy’s fall of dark brown hair out of her way so she could see. She blinked and blinked again.
Ivy held up a long purple dong that could have serviced two women at once. Duh, that’s probably what it was for. She wiggled it, and the dong flopped toward Eva. “It’s coming for you.”
“Eww.” Eva jerked away. Conscience urged her to shut the drawer and stop prying into their older brother’s privacy. Since their parents’ death, he had been their guardian, so if he chose to ground them, he had real power, unlike most older brothers. It didn’t matter that they’d been eighteen for three weeks now. As long as they lived with him, he made the rules.
Curiosity compelled her to remain as Ivy lifted out several sex toys, one at a time, to decipher what they did. “I wonder what he does with this?” she asked, holding up a harness with a fake cock extending from it. “It’s a strap-on.” Ivy blinked. “You don’t think Adam’s gay?”
Eva shrugged. “I don’t think so.”
“I hope not. He’s too hot to waste his cock on another guy.”
Her cheeks flamed with heat. “Ivy, what is wrong with you? He’s your brother!”
With a sniff, she put the strap-on back in the drawer. “So? It’s kind of hard not to notice he’s hot.”
Eva was saved from replying by Ivy’s squeal. “What?”
“It’s a DVD.” She held up the case. “Homemade.”
When she walked away from the drawers, Eva experienced a wave of relief, thinking Ivy had given up searching or snooping. It turned to confusion when Ivy went across the room, away from the door. “What’re you doing?”
“Let’s find out what Adam likes.”
Eva shook her head. “No way. That’s just wrong.”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “Why? They’re people we don’t even know.”
“But, he probably…you know, with those.”
“Jerks off?” She shrugged. “It’s not like we’re watching him masturbate, sis.”
Knowing Ivy wouldn’t be persuaded to put away the DVD and forget the idea, she sat on the bed as Ivy popped the DVD into the player attached to their brother’s large flat screen. She had to admit her own curiosity kept her there too. What did Adam watch while stroking himself? A tingle in her pussy made her abandon the thought.
Ivy plopped down beside her on the king-size bed, using the remote to get to the DVD’s main menu. “He has four to choose from.”
“Just pick one,” said Eva.
Ivy started the first movie. It immediately put them into the action. He must have taken the clip from the Internet or something. Eyes wide, she watched as two girls sixty-nined each other. She shifted restlessly. “I don’t want to watch this.”
“Don’t be such a prude,” said Ivy. “Girls are the best for going down on you.”
“How would you know?” asked Eva in a snotty tone.
With a very mature look, that seemed full of pity, Ivy said, “Sleepovers. Haven’t you ever fucked around with other girls? It’s all in fun.”
Shocked, Eva burst out, “Of course not.”
“You aren’t still a virgin, are you?”
“No. Don’t be stupid.” Although she wasn’t sure the five minutes of groping and less than a minute of fucking she’d done with her ex-boyfriend one time could really count as sex. She’d bled, so he’d taken her virginity. He just hadn’t given her anything in return.
Ivy’s attention returned to the screen, and she stretched out on her stomach, head propped on her hands.
Trying to conquer her embarrassment, Eva watched the porno. A close-up of one of the girl’s pussies made her own clench, and cream dampened her panties. She’d never thought about other girls in this way before, but suddenly, it was all she could think about—having another girl’s mouth on her most private area, lapping up her pussy juices. She moaned slightly.
“Hot, huh?” asked Ivy.
Eva glanced at her sister, realizing one of Ivy’s hands had disappeared. She looked backward and saw the missing appendage pinned under her sister, clearly stroking her cunt. “Ivy, stop it,” she hissed.
“Why?” asked Ivy. She stopped and sat up, but leaned closer to Eva, her voice a low purr. “Remember when we used to touch each other? You weren’t embarrassed then.”
She looked away, making the mistake of seeing one of the porno girls getting fucked with a huge vibrator, while the other girl licked her clit. She got wetter and squirmed. “That’s different. We were just kids.”
“We didn’t stop ‘til we were twelve. That’s not exactly kids, sis.”
Eva stiffened when Ivy put a hand on her thigh. She held her breath as Ivy’s hand moved upward, toward her pussy. “Don’t,” she whispered.
With a shrug, Ivy released her and climbed off the bed. She suppressed a surge of disappointment that shock quickly replaced, as Ivy stripped off the summer dress she’d been wearing in one smooth motion. The panties came next, and there hadn’t been a bra. She hadn’t seen her sister naked for several years and couldn’t help admiring her lithe body. She was toned and fit, with perky breasts and a flat tummy.
After kicking off her sandals, Ivy returned to the bed, urging Eva to turn sideways to face her. Her long fingers were nimble with the buttons on Eva’s shirt, and she pushed it off.
Sitting in her bra and shorts, Eva clasped her hands over her breasts. “We can’t. This is wrong.”
Ivy sighed. “We’re identical. We have the same DNA. It’s like masturbating.”
It was a flimsy argument, and Eva could have countered it. She should have, but didn’t when Ivy pulled down her bra straps and leaned forward to place a kiss on her cleavage. She didn’t protest when her sister tugged away her hands and stripped off the bra.