Author’s Note: This article will not please everyone. This is a multi-part story that is erotic rather than pornographic. Explicit sex will come, but not before the story has settled down. Thank you for reading. Comments, both critical and supportive, are welcome.
Thanks to ZexWizard for the edits and suggestions.
Chapter 1
Headlights flashing, spinning wildly, heading for a tree… The drunk man in the other car turned into a clown, laughing at him… Flames, the smell of gasoline…
Mike lay on the bed, screaming in panic, beating his chest and legs in an attempt to extinguish the non-existent fire. He wondered why he had gotten the shit out of himself, and instead of blowing at the imaginary flames, he started rubbing his eyes.
“Another very bad dream,” said a voice in his head. He still had nightmares, less so than when his parents were killed, but he still wondered when they would end. “Probably never,” he said aloud, looking at himself in the mirror on the table across the room.
“Maybe you should masturbate.” The voice isn’t usually very helpful.
Mike slapped him on the cheek, partly to punish the sound and partly to wake him up. He glanced at the clock; it was only half past five. He stood up growling and reached for the light. The door to his room creaked open.
His twin Emma poked her head out and looked sympathetically at her brother. She gave him a sad, knowing look.
The voice asked, “How does she always know?”
“Mike, are you okay?” she asked, walking into his room and sitting next to him. “Another nightmare?”
Mike put his head down, not wanting her to worry. She was like him in many ways, but also very different. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were even related, but other people could easily tell they were twins. The voice in his head started singing that stupid Donny and Marie song.
Halloween is usually a fun time, especially when they’re kids. They’d dress up as Raggedy Ann and Andy or the Chocolate Chips, which, unfortunately, actually became nicknames for the pair. But somehow he always knew when she was upset. His other three sisters chalk it up to “twin intuition,” but it’s still pretty creepy. Still, he could always feel when she was upset, but it was hard to explain how.
“Microphone?”
He looked at her. She stared at him with a strange worried expression on her face. He always thought that she…
“Hello? Earth to Mike…”
“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. Just another nightmare,” she confirmed, finally snapping out of her trance.
“Is that it? Mom and Dad?” she asked, knowing the answer.
Mike nodded. He wrapped his arms around his brother and put his head on his shoulder. “Is the Joker here too?”
Mike smiled and nodded.
“What’s going on? A fear of clowns mixed with bad memories of losing your parents? Have you ever been touched by a clown in a circus?” he asked, an expression of grave concern on his face.
Mike laughed and pushed her away from him. She always knew how to make him feel better.
She continued in a hoarse voice: “Did that naughty old clown let you touch his big red clown nose?” and turned to her brother again.
He laughed at that and pushed her away a little so he could reach her with his hands. “No, it’s just like that,” he said, tickling her ribs mercilessly. She took a step back, kicked her legs and giggled.
“Oops, stop it, stop it. Mike, please stop it! Oh, stop it, you bastard. Get out! Get out!” He always knew where to itch. Of course he knew they were twins. That’s where he was most ticklish.
“She has breasts,” the voice said .
Mike paused to let Em breathe. He wondered if some sort of surgery could be done to block the sound, as if to point out the obvious. She might need treatment. Seeing her stand up, he quickly moved his hand back to the ticklish spot.
“Wait,” she yelled, a bright smile on her face. She patted his arm and stood up to go back to her room.
“Go back to bed?” he asked.
“Am I ticklish now?” she asked, flipping him the bird as she left the room and shut the door. “Fuck you,” he heard her say in the hallway.
He lay back on the pillows, hands under his head, staring at the ceiling. He always knew he had a bad voice in his head, but he wasn’t schizophrenic or anything like that. At least, he didn’t think so. Does a crazy person know he’s crazy? It’s not a bad voice anyway, just a distorted voice. His expression changed as he realized that if he hadn’t realized it, he would have butchered all four of his sisters over a “knock it” joke. He shook his head, “You’re thinking too much about it,” he said to himself, laughing as he realized he could never do that. They were always there for him whenever he needed them. He modified that a lot. His thoughts returned to Emma, and the yin turned to yang.
“King,” the voice said, making Mike roll his eyes. He had always been overprotective of his sister, but he didn’t need to. She was as tall as him, though not as muscular, and she was undoubtedly beautiful. She had had boyfriends before, but not many. No one really stayed around for long, probably because she was so close to her brother. He had never thought of himself as intimidating, but he thought he could be pretty scary if he needed to be.
Their noses were identical, even though theirs had been broken several times. Same emerald eyes, same hair, except that hers was longer. Long, brown, curled at the ends. Yes, she is indeed very pretty.
“Quite warm,” the voice added.
Mike ignored it. Being twins meant they were always close. They had recently started their first year of college together, the same year of course. Most of their categories are the same, even being twins. It didn’t bother him much. He never got tired of having her around. She was like his right hand, he decided.
“You know what you do with your right hand,”
“Shut up,” Mike yelled. He thought she was pretty though. All his sisters were.
However, Mike couldn’t think of Emma like that, not seriously. It seems, I think so too. Mike briefly wondered what it would be like to have her as a woman. The cock-stuffing scene from “The Silence of the Lambs” played uncontrollably through Mike’s mind.
“I’m going to throw up.”
His thoughts turned to his other sister, Beth. He smiled. Sweet, clueless Beth. She and Emma both have intelligence and good looks. Beth still has both, but in a different way. Beth wasn’t stupid, far from it in fact. She’s the smartest in her family. She’s very smart, almost terrifyingly smart. She was valedictorian at her high school graduation, and in college she was at the top of her class. She doesn’t really pay attention to her appearance, though. A pity.
She wore glasses, which were not thick but still made her look silly in social situations. There was no denying that Beth could be a stunner. She was incredibly pretty, or so she always thought. She could really surprise you when she took off her glasses or dressed up for a social event, awards show or other event. As far as she could remember, her breasts were huge, bigger than her three sisters in fact. She is short, but not too short, and skinny, but not anorexic. She is a very sweet silly. A silly one, really. She is a good-natured silly. There always seemed to be some nerd following her around at school.
She has her own little group of nerds, so to say. This group of nerds consists mostly of boys, including the occasional nerd. He wonders if she has ever had a boyfriend, but would be surprised if he found out if she has ever been intimate with anyone. Beth’s main problem is that she is too smart. She has no common sense.
She can figure out how to solve complex problems that come up within her family, but doesn’t know how to talk to anyone outside of the family. She also didn’t realize how great her breasts were. She always wore a bra, though she was sure it was just to stay out of the way. She’s also the quietest of the sisters, often letting the other three do the talking. She’s blonde, so it doesn’t help when she does some ridiculous things. That’s why you can’t call her stupid, because you could give her a calculus problem and she’d figure it out and use it to solve the entire next chapter. She’d just…
“A socially challenged person.”
“She’s not,” he growled to himself. I mean, no one needs to remind him that girls can’t fart in public, or that pants are an integral part of the costume. “Don’t elaborate on that last part, damn it,” Mike thought quickly.
“Aha…”
Mike shook his head, his thoughts falling on Danica.
“Bitch”
“Stop it,” he thought as he heard the voice. Mac wondered what his sisters would think if they knew his inner dialogue. He wondered if Emma’s voice was like that too. Does her voice sound distorted like his? Is there an accent? Even though he’s always lived in Texas, for some stupid reason Mike always thought he sounded British. Does everyone have a right to their own opinion? Does his sister have one? He knew Beth’s voice might be a disembodied version of Einstein, floating around in his head. If Dani had a voice in her head, it was always stuck in bitch mode, or maybe teasing mode.
“Or a sex kitten.”
Mike sighed. Still, he knew what Danny would say if he asked. She would call him a freak, hit him with something, and then wait for him to plot his revenge so she could hit him again. She was his nemesis. He hated her. He wanted so badly to stick a sharp object inside of him and make him scream. Wait, no, he wouldn’t. Don’t go there, don’t go there.
“Sometimes you make it too easy.”
Well, he didn’t hate her. She was his sister; there must be some law that says he must love her. No? If not, he hated her.
But she had always been cruel to him and Emma too. As she was growing up their life became chaotic. Emma could cry easily and get Danny in trouble so Mike had been the prime target for her pranks, teasing and throwing sharp objects at him. That way he wouldn’t get in trouble with Sarah. She loved calling them M & M’s when they were little, she would sing the Kiss song and they were inseparable. She was the reason the name stuck, especially because she spread it around the whole school.
The voice tried to bring her mind back to her favorite topic. It’s almost summer. She had to start cleaning the pool again.
Summer had actually started, he didn’t want to admit it, and he actually had to start cleaning up. They always had fun in the pool, although his sisters preferred sunbathing over swimming. Danny in particular had actually started laying around, even though the weather was still mild. Well, mild for Texas. If you’re from New York or Boston, summer.
Danny knows how to swim, he just hasn’t started swimming yet. She swam in high school. 200 meter breaststroke and medley relay. Mike started to imagine her. Her boobs bouncing up and down as she floated in the pool wearing a tiny yellow bikini…
“Chest stroke…”
“Yeah,” Mike thought, “she’s attractive. Can we get on with it?” The voice was blaring uncontrollably in his head, true love was torturing him.
His thoughts drifted to his eldest sister. Sister. The word boss made him smile. She’s only 24. He and Emma were 18, almost 19 at the time. He sincerely hoped the voice wouldn’t go anywhere with that idea. “Even I have my limits, man.”
Sarah was given the responsibility of taking care of her family when she was 17. Mike didn’t know how she handled it. She was very strong and very caring. She raised him and his sisters, although Danny never acknowledged it. She was younger than him, thinner and usually cleaned things up.
Both of their parents are doctors, so they are financially well off, but you wouldn’t know it. Sarah has been in charge of all things finance related. Mike didn’t even know how good they were until he was growing up. Sarah has always given to her family first and then herself. She is smart, very sweet and thoughtful. He cursed that voice in his mind, wondering why he always had a sister on his mind when he started to cum. It happens every time. He felt like a depraved pervert. He looked at the clock again. 5:35.
This is going to be a long, very bad day. He stood up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. When they moved out of his parents’ old house, Mike was pretty sure they would have more than one bathroom. He wouldn’t be competing for time with four other girls. He still had to share with Beth and Em, but it wasn’t as bad as trying to use Danny’s. Sometimes it looked like there was a creature made of makeup and a hair bow had exploded in there. Danny, for having such a perfect figure, was actually a slacker. She would spend hours on herself and never spend a minute cleaning anything up. She always had to go somewhere, see someone, or do something.
He got into the shower and turned the water on hot.
She can be a big bitch sometimes. He never knew she wouldn’t call him that, or call him names, or throw heavy objects at him. He wondered if she behaved like this in front of many of her friends. Is this her role in the friend circle? Is she the nagging bitch who always loses her temper? What do the people she hangs out with see in her?
“Nice rack, delicate ass, perfect stomach…”
Except, of course, the obvious. She’s definitely hot. That’s not the point. He pushed the thought of her out of his mind.
He clearly needed to get rid of some raging male hormones. He picked up some shampoo and sprayed it on his hands. He started rubbing his cock, trying to focus on his fantasy. He soon became erect and could easily feel the orgasm building up inside him. The bathroom filled with the muffled sounds of his pleasuring hands, and he prayed desperately that the girls in the room were either still asleep, or deaf, or both. His thoughts briefly returned to Danny, bouncing up and down… He shook his head, frowned inwardly at the sound, and forced his thoughts back to the beautiful red-haired girl in his fantasy. So close now, he could feel it rising inside him like a wave, enjoying the sensation of the first orgasm of the day.
The voice is waiting for its time. It knows the best time to attack.
Mike was so distracted he didn’t hear the knock on the bathroom door. Emma peered in, it was not Beth in the shower but her brother and she started to stick her head out. Then she heard it. It sounded like something fleshy rubbing against another fleshy, wet thing. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the laughter and shriek of surprise, trying to figure out what the sound was. She thought about leaving for a while, but a serious curiosity filled her mind.
He still didn’t hear the door open. Just as he started to reach climax, everything vanished. Thousands of tiny sparks exploded in his mind… and then the voice spoke.
“Oh Danny.”
A stream of semen shot out, hitting the shower wall, and the image of Dani bouncing up and down on the diving board, her shapely breasts popping against the tiny bathing suit she was wearing, flashed through his mind. “Oh fuck me,” Mike cried out, beginning to pour his seed onto the tiles in front of him. “Oh Danny,” he moaned, the images flashing through his mind.
Emma paused. “Oh, Danny?” she thought, she wouldn’t be happy to suddenly find her brother masturbating. Oh Danny? What the hell is he doing? Was he really fantasizing about Danny? He hates him. Wait… what the hell? “Oh my god!” When Emma realized she had spoken out loud, she covered her mouth with her hand again.
“Damn it, don’t do that again,” Mike yelled, mostly because of the voice in his head that made him laugh merrily. Why was he yelling oh Danny? Go to hell.
“Oh my god!” he heard in the shower. He froze. He really hated it when an image popped into his mind as soon as he came, and it was always one of his sisters.
Emma thought he realized she was spying on her, so she screamed loudly, stuck her head out, closed the door and ran back into her room. She fell on the bed and couldn’t stop laughing. Her laughter broke out as she tried to hide it under her pillow.
“Oh, shit,” Mike groaned. Which one is it? “Please tell me it’s not Danny.” Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh no… His mind was spinning. What on earth just happened? Why did he lose his temper every time he thought about his annoying sister? So what’s going on?
He got out of the car, toweled himself off, and went into his room to get dressed.
