Summary: Brother in costume fucks all three of his bitch twin sister’s holes.
Note 1: This is a Halloween 2013 contest story…I hope you enjoy.
Note 2: Unlike many of my stories, this one is short on detailed character development and more about the sex.
Note 3: Of course, all participants are eighteen or older (in this case just eighteen).
Note 4: Thanks to MAB7991 for his usual editing work and Goamz for a last minute edit check.
Tricking Twin Sister
When did the plan to fuck my twin sister formulate?
In truth, ninety percent of my stroke fantasies were of my gorgeous, bitch sister; ninety percent of those were revenge fantasies where I made her my little slut. Although I am a nerd and hardly a ladies’ man, I have a sinister side. My fantasies range vastly on how I would make her my submissive little slut but they always include fucking her face, filling her cunt and pounding her ass.
By the way, I am not a virgin like in every movie or book about nerds. I got my first hand job on the bus coming back from a school trip (teachers don’t check up on the nerds), got my first oral sex, giving and receiving at a debate tournament, and lost my virginity to a girl dressed as Princess Leia at Comic Con when I fucked her ass in her hotel room while her roommate took on two guys (strangely she wouldn’t let me fuck her pussy as she was saving herself for marriage). So here I was eighteen, with some sexual experience, but I had never fucked a girl’s pussy…then the perfect opportunity just dropped in my lap.
Wendy’s phone rang when she was in the shower. I answered it and her college boyfriend was on the other line.
“Hi,” I answered.
“Hey twerp, where’s Wendy?” He asked, always treating me like I was his annoying little brother.
“In the shower getting ready for her last high school Halloween party,” I replied, the last few words dripping with sarcasm after listening to her and her friend Tara using those exact words.
“Your sis can really be over dramatic,” he said.
“No!” I retorted, unable to not use sarcasm whenever the opportunity arose.
“Actually I am happy you answered. This will be easier,” he said.
It occurred to me it was strange he was calling since he was supposed to be here any minute. “What will be easier?” I asked.
“I am not going to make it to her high school party,” he said.
He was a condescending ass, but a football star and ridiculously good looking it seemed according to all the women, so such a shot at high school, where he was just one year ago, wasn’t surprising.
“She is going to kill you,” I said, knowing she would freak out completely and overreact like she always did when the world she seemed to think revolved around her didn’t work out as planned.
“That is why you are going to tell her,” he said.
“No way,” I said. “They always kill the messenger.”
“I have no choice. The big game is tomorrow and the coach, hearing rumours of a big party, put a 10:30 curfew on us and trust me he will check,” he said. I love how big strong football players always are scared of their coaches.
“You tell her,” I said, imaging the massacre that was going to happen.
“I got to go, good luck,” he said, hanging up on me.
I pondered how to tell her the news when a plan suddenly popped into my head. A plan so, so, so wrong, I knew it was so, so, so right. I already knew what his costume was to be because Wendy hadn’t stopped talking about it for two months; I also knew it was here because she didn’t trust him to remember to bring it with him; it also was a costume that would hide the identity of the person wearing it and also distort his voice. It was perfect. I was going to be my sister’s date and if I played my cards right I would fuck her without her knowing.
Before I even had time to really think through the semantics of the plan or decide whether this was a good or bad idea, Wendy walked out in only a towel, not feeling remotely strange to be almost naked in front of her brother, and snapped, “Why the fuck do you have my phone?”
I said, annoyed as usual by her bitchy attitude, “Your boyfriend called and I figured you would want me to answer it.”
“He should be here by now,” she said clearly annoyed.
“That was what the call was about,” I said.
“Don’t you dare tell me he isn’t coming,” she said, her tone threatening me as if the news would be my fault.
“He is coming, but he is going to be late,” I lied.
“Why?” She asked already pissed off and grabbing her phone.
“He has a late meeting with the coaches. He said he wouldn’t be able to answer his phone either because his battery was dying,” I continued to pile on the lies already seeing where this could go terribly astray.
“Fuck,” she cursed.
“He asked me to stay here till he gets here,” I added.
“And you will,” she said, not as if it was a question, but an order.
I shrugged, asking sarcastically, “Of course, what else do I have to do tonight.”
“Exactly,” she said, which only pissed me off more and made me want to initiate my plan even more.
She stormed off and I smiled knowing she deserved everything that was coming to her and that would be coming into her.
….
Half an hour later, she came down the stairs dressed like a complete slut…which apparently what makes Halloween great…a day you can purposely dress slutty if you are a female. She was vaguely dressed as Gwen Stacey while her boyfriend, Kevin, was to be Iron Man. I know it made no sense to me either, but when I asked why she wouldn’t be Pepper Potts or even the Black Widow she said because they were old. She obviously had no idea who the Black Widow was or how sexy such a costume would be. I considered questioning why she didn’t make him be Spider-Man instead but I assumed it would be more of her insipid logic.
She wore a plaid school skirt, with a black tight blouse, with a white lab coat that said Oscorp, which was the only way you would know for sure she was Gwen. Yet to make herself look even sluttier, she was wearing black thigh high stockings that were completely in view, five inch heels and to finish the ensemble, glasses that I have to admit had my cock harden even more. As much as I despised my sister 99 percent of the time, no one made my cock stiff like she did. My cock was already hard when I saw her legs in thigh highs, my personal fetish.
“What are you staring at?” She asked.
“A slut,” I countered, like a brother should.
“At least I can get some,” she retorted.
“Dressed like that you are pretty much advertising you are for rent,” I shot back, enjoying treating her poorly, something I never did.
“Fuck you, you loser,” she snapped.
“Shit, dressed so slutty and you are offering incest,” I quipped, foreshadowing what I hoped lay ahead.
“You wish,” she said, adding, “Make sure you tell Kevin to get his ass to the party the fucking minute he gets here.”
“Oh, I will,” I said.
“And call me when he is on his way,” she ordered.
“No problem,” I nodded.
“Have fun jerking off by yourself,” she shot as she walked out.
I smiled as I waited till she left, before I went to try on the Iron Man costume. Lying on her bed was the costume. I looked out her window to make sure her car was gone before I got undressed in her room. I have to admit she went all out on the costume. It was not one of the cheap Walmart costumes as it had real muscles and was made well, yet the helmet was crap. I realized my sudden predicament. As soon as I spoke I would be caught. I went to my room and grabbed my voice activated Iron Man helmet that would distort my voice. I returned to her room, put on the outfit and added my helmet. Looking in her mirror, there was no way to remotely tell it was me.
“嘿，宝贝，”我对着镜子练习着，想像凯文一样温文尔雅。我又等了一个半小时，才回到她的房间，拿出她的一只长筒袜，手淫了起来，这样当关键时刻到来时，我就能坚持更久，然后再决定是否去参加派对……我知道，时尚的迟到很流行……另外，我希望温迪喝了几杯鸡尾酒，这样她就不会那么注意观察，甚至比平时更容易接受。
我按照承诺给她打了电话，很快确认了她喝了酒。“温迪，凯文正在路上。”
“他妈的怎么回事，”她含糊不清地说。“他应该一小时前就到这里了。”
“别迁怒于信使。”我反驳道。
她挂断了我的电话。我笑了，知道这个婊子会得到她应得的惩罚。这么多年来，她一直是个傲慢的婊子，穿着暴露只是为了挑逗我，现在她回来干她的屁股了。
After arriving at the party, I sat in my car and began to rethink my plan. However, thinking back on all the nasty things she had done to me in the past, I thought what the hell, then laughed at the literal nature of my thoughts. I had never been to a real high school party, so I had not anticipated what would happen when I walked in the door. There were kids everywhere drinking, making out, and dancing. I realized that finding Wendy right away was impossible. I swam upstream like a lemming, searching for Wendy. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, and I began to feel like I was looking for a needle in a haystack.
Just when I was about to give up, I heard someone call out my alias. “Kevin, is that you?”
I turned to see Wendy’s best friend, Tiffany, wriggling towards me in a satirical Black Widow outfit.
“Hey, Tiff,” I said, trying to sound as confident as Kevin.
“Wendy’s mad. She thinks you stood her up,” Tiffany warned.
I responded, “I had to sneak out. Coach gave us a curfew, but I knew I had to stay here.”
“How sweet,” Tiffany smiled, looking easily impressed.
She took my hand and led me through a crowd of scantily clad boys and girls up the stairs to a room at the end of the landing. She knocked on the door and said, “Wendy, it’s Tiff, and I have a surprise for you.”
The door opened and Wendy was on the phone. I suddenly felt worried. She turned around, put the phone down, and snapped, “It’s about fucking time. Why are you wearing my loser brother’s helmet?”
“It’s a lot cooler than that plastic one you left me,” I responded.
“Whatever, why the hell aren’t you answering your phone?”
I responded, “I told Walter that my phone was dead. I had to sneak out, even breaking curfew, just to see you.”
Her expression instantly changed from angry to puppy-dog, which was hilarious, but I wasn’t laughing. She staggered over to me, clearly she’d had a few drinks, “Oh, honey, you broke curfew for me?”
She hugged me and I hugged her.
“I guess I owe you something special since you helped me break curfew,” she whispered, dropping to her knees.
Tiffany said, “I guess that’s my sign to leave.” She then left us, unaware that she could be witnessing an act of incest at any moment.
She rubbed my erect penis through my costume and said, “I see you missed me.”
Suddenly I realized something I hadn’t thought about. She had obviously seen Kevin’s cock many times, and wondered if mine was much smaller or much larger than his. My cock was seven and a half inches, and I had measured it many times.
“Get on the bed, baby,” I commanded, getting myself under control. As much as I wanted to watch her suck my cock, the best way to avoid being seen was to concentrate on fucking her out of sight.
“You bad boy,” she teased, squeezing my cock before standing up and clumsily strolling to the bed in her high heels. I pressed record on my phone and placed it next to the bed, knowing that this evidence, even if I hadn’t captured any footage, would be perfect fodder for blackmail because it was clearly her voice, not mine.
“Get down, my little slut,” I commanded, replaying my many fantasies loudly in my mind. Suddenly I realized that I was calling her a slut, something I doubted Kevin would ever do.
“Yes, baby,” she obeyed, climbing into the bed and lifting her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing any underwear.
I couldn’t believe she didn’t even flinch at being called a slut. I walked over to her and said, “I think my little slut deserves to be punished for going to the party in such a cock-sucking outfit.”
“You should have seen the look on my nerdy brother’s face when he saw me in this outfit. The little pervert was practically drooling and his little cock was hard in his pants,” she revealed.
I held my breath. She talked about me with her boyfriend. She purposely made fun of me for being a fucking bitch. Well, revenge is a bitch…both physically and literally. I continued to play my part, “Your brother wants to fuck you, you know that?”
“That’s what makes it so fun to tease him. It’s so fun to know that he’s probably already masturbating to me in his room,” she continued.
“You like making him hard, don’t you?” I asked, my hands now on her ass, thinking about cumming with her stockings an hour ago.
“That was fun,” she shrugged. “Now are you going to give me some of that iron cock, baby? Your little slut needs it so badly.”
“Not sure you’re worth it,” I replied, moving my fingers between her legs to her very wet labia. “Your pussy is soaking wet. Did teasing your brother get you this wet? I’m beginning to think you’re getting aroused by teasing your brother.”
“What?” she moaned at my touch. “No, baby, this is just a distraction while I wait for you. Now stop teasing me, I haven’t seen you for a week. I need to be fucked hard, fucked hard now,” she pleaded.
My hands moved to her nylon clad legs and another fantasy of mine was now a reality. I wanted to kiss her feet, suck her toes, feel her stocking clad legs wrapped around my naked body as I fucked her, but for now I was pretending and focusing only on fucking her.
I took out my cock and inserted it deep inside her pussy.
“Fuck you,” she moaned loudly.
“Tell me how much you love my cock, slut,” I commanded, enjoying the warmth of her pussy around my hard cock buried deep inside her.
“Don’t tease me baby. You know I worship your cock,” she moaned and then to my surprise she started bouncing on my cock. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll fuck you,” she added as she started moving her ass back and forth on my cock.
After a few minutes of slow movements, she started to speed up. The sound of her ass hitting mine was turning me on. “Fuck baby, your cock feels as big as this one. I feel so good.”
“Come on, bitch,” I ordered, wondering if my cock was bigger than her boyfriend’s, “Tell me how much you like my cock in that bitch box of yours.”
“You bastard,” she moaned, her breathing beginning to speed up, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but that dirty talk is such a turn on.”
“Tell me you’re my slut,” I demanded.
“Oh God, yes, I’m your slut, your whore, your sex kitten,” she babbled, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
“My slave,” I added.
“Yes, baby, let me cum,” she moaned.
I pushed her down and then stood on top of her and started slapping her like a rag doll.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, so deep, so big, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed, “your cock feels so big.”
Watching her body swaying up and down, listening to her chattering and irregular breathing,
It was so hot that I could feel my balls starting to boil. I pinched her nipple and said, “Come on, you bitch who’s teasing your brother.”
“Oh, Kevin,” she moaned.
“Don’t you mean Walter, you slut who wants incest?” I continued to torture her nipples and continued to pound into her.
“No, I, oh my god,” she babbled.
“Call me Walter, slut, and let’s make this naughty fantasy of yours a reality,” I said, taking a huge risk and stopping deep inside her, hoping she would cum soon and then give in.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, “I’m almost there.”
“You’ll orgasm if you play the game, my little slut,” I said, pushing the string further forward, knowing she hated the word ‘slut’.
“Oh fuck you dirty boy, I’m about to cum”, she moaned, finally giving in, “Yes, fuck my pussy Walter, you dirty little bastard.”
“Do you want your brother to fuck you?” I asked, still motionless.
“Oh yes, baby, I want your big cock deep inside your sister’s cunt, I want you to make me cum like never before, I want to feel your cum deep inside my cunt,” she said, her tone so sultry, naughty and horny. “Now fuck your sister and make her your slut.”
Listening to her role-playing with me, imagining in my head that it was actually me and not her loser boyfriend, I pulled out of her, laid on my back, my cock in the air like a flagpole, and commanded, “Ride your big brother.”
Without hesitation she got off my back and straddled my body. She hesitated for a moment as she straddled my cock and I was worried she’d realize I wasn’t Kevin, but the hesitation was over and she engulfed my cock with her pussy.
I watched my sister bounce on my cock, her big tits swaying freely, and she seemed to be enjoying the ride. My entire cock filled her up, and her body slammed down on me, and her breathing became irregular again.
I waited a few minutes until I felt her close, then I timed it right and thrust forward to meet her downward movement.
“Oh my God!” she screamed.
I went up, she came down, we continued to bump, and she became very active.
“Fuck big brother,” “Fill up your slutty sister,” and finally, “I cum.”
As she slowed down, I felt her juices running over my cock and into my groin. I moved my hands up to cup her breasts and continued to thrust into her through her orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” she babbled as she continued to cum.
“Like that slut,” I asked, my balls starting to boil.
“Fuck, yes,” she struggled to reply.
After a few more deep thrusts up and down, I flipped her over so she was on her back and stuffed my cock in her mouth, just like I had seen in porn movies. I fucked her mouth and she tried not to gag, the sound of her drooling made me even more excited. Instead of stuffing my entire cock in her mouth, I fucked her quickly until I felt my load was ready to burst and the fantasy of cumming on her face was only seconds away from reality.
My first cum shot right onto her nose, some even going into her nostrils, the second shot into her still open mouth, and the last shot onto her chin. Still in the driver’s seat, I thrust my cock back into her mouth. This time I shot a little slower, letting her suck my cum back in. To my surprise, she tried to suck my cock by moving her head back and forth despite her awkward position. This was the hottest and most satisfying moment of the whole crazy night.
Instead of being exhausted, she wrapped her warm mouth around my cock, making it hard as a rock. I let her suck me for a few minutes, then I took my cock out of her mouth and asked, “Are you ready, my little slut?”
“It appears so,” she replied, squeezing my cock hard.
“Get down on your knees,” I commanded.
“What happened to you tonight?” she asked jokingly, obeying the order.
I shrugged, “I just realized that it’s time for you to know your place in our relationship.”
she asked, looking at me with raised eyebrows.
“Yes, little sister,” I whispered, placing my hands on her hips and pretending she was eight minutes younger than me.
“Still role-playing?” she asked.
“Just making your fantasy come true,” I said jokingly as I placed my cock in her back door.
“Brother gonna fuck his sister in the ass?” she asked cooperatively as I started pushing forward, slowly breaking through her tight anus.
“How does the little sister like her brother’s cock in her back door?” I asked, shocked by the warmth as I slowly penetrated her ass deeper.