Role Playing Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Can't spell Twincest with out letters SIN ❯ Chapter 1

Can’t Spell Twincest without the letters SIN
Author: OtakuAngelD
Warnings: Yaoi, self pleasuring, incest
Disclaimer: The first Person POV is from a character I own. The other character involved belongs to Sylvernights, whom I rp with at Doll House

When I look at him, I see myself. When I look at him, I see a mirror. Certianlly, my twin is nearly identical to me. There are very few things that separate us in looks. Really, if one ignored those things we would be considered mirrors of each other. My brother and I. But I wonder, would my brother be doing this…would he be seeing this. Would he mirror this as well. We are so alike, and yet we are so different. We were made for different purposes. I was made to be fast and strong. He was made…for me. How horrible I must make that sound. My twin was made for me. He is for me and me alone. We look alike, yet I wonder, do we think alike? Do we feel alike? If I did things to my body, would he too feel it? I heave heard of such things. Of the bond between twins being so strong that one brother can feel the other from many miles away. We, who are mere rooms away, can he indeed feel what I am feeling. What would he do if he knew I was doing this to both of us on purpose.

Father thinks me pure. That he had shielded me…us…from all things adult and perverted. That no child should know of things like I do. I like to let him keep that. I always want to be father’s little boy. A sweet, pure child. An angel child that does not have impure thoughts about his very own twin. And I wonder, if twins do share their feelings and their thoughts, if he thinking these things as well? If his heart pounding in his chest every time we share a bed and he snuggles against me. Does he get a strange jolt whenever we hold hands or do other things like that. Things other people only describe as a twin thing. It must be a twin thing. After all, only twins could ever be that close, that comfortable with each other. Comfortable enough to share innocent kisses as a child. Comfortable enough to see each other in various states of undress. What would my twin say if he knew? If he knew I had found things I wasn’t supposed to find. All sorts of naughty things that should be locked away and I should pretend I never found. What would he do if he know I used them on myself so that he too might perhaps feel it.

What would he say if he saw me before the mirror, with those objects at my side. Totally naked, bared to the world. My legs spread out before the glass and my hand upon my flesh in a way I have only seen once or twice by accident. I never understood why people touched themselves down there until I did it myself. But would you be disgusted if you knew I watched myself in the mirror and thought of you. We look so much alike, it could easily be your hand touching me. Or it could easily be you before the glass and I the one stroking you. If I did stroke you, would you get as hard as I am now? If it is true about twins, do you, rooms away feel something stroking over you when there is nothing there? Do you like it as I like it. Do you moan as I do? Do you feel another hand moving to pinch and tweak a nipple until it is hard and painful. Do you feel the pinch of the strange clamp I found. Do you feel how good it feels to have that clamp tugged and twisted while the other hand continues to massage a throbbing hard shaft.

Unlike you though, I was built for speed. Can you feel how fast my hand is against my own flesh. Can you, my twin, know the strange pleasure and pressure building between your legs, or the strange leaking form the head as the friction get to be too great. Do you feel it, brother? Do you feel it when I stop touching myself. Do you feel denied and needy? Do you imagine as I do, that it is your brother doing this to you? Or am I just sick somehow? For I know it is wrong for brothers to feel that way. No matter how close they are, brothers shouldn’t do tings like this to one another. Brothers shoudln;t want to touch each other in this way. Nor should they bring that leakage to their tongue for a taste. Would you taste like this as well? Would you let your twin suck you off if I asked?

I will not ask however. Instead, here I am, taking the mirror down from the wall and placing the object I have most recently discovered upon it. I have no idea what it is called. All I know is that it is shaped like a cock. A large, hard, thick dick. It even had texture of veins upon it. It looks nothing like mine. It is much bigger. It is obviously made for self stimulation. But, if I angle my head just the right way when looking down, I can see my mirror image reflected as if that thick rubber cock belongs to it. If I squint just right, I can make believe that that hardness I am now hovering over it you. That it is your huge, thick cock I am about to shove in my awaiting ass. And I wonder, do you feet that as well. Do you feel the hardness of the tip sliding in where things have never been placed before? Do you feel the terrible agony of your body trying to compensate against such a big intrusion? Do you think of me when you feel these things. Even as I imagine it is you I am taking inside, do you too think of being entered by me. Having your body spread wide to take in such a cock as mine. Perhaps, instead, you will be in me and I will put this toy into you, so that we both can have the pleasure and pain of being so stretched and helpless against such size.

One fully seated, and I can do is pant. It hurts, and I wish that you were here. You are my twin, made for only me. You would have been patient. You would have prepared me before slid your member into my awaiting ass. Maybe you would have even used that cute pink tongue of yours, licking against my asshole until I was ready to take you all in. And after my eager body had eaten your girth, you would hold me tightly and kiss me until I wasn’t hurting so badly. You would tell me how tight I was, and how much you loved me, you twin, for letting you inside like that. But you aren’t here, and I am impatient. Since you are not here to start thrusting, I have to move on my own, raising up from the toy against the mirror, watching how it slides out of my body…your body. Forcing hips back down and the large rubber cock to drive in deeper. Further. Hoping that elsewhere, you, my twin, might be feeling this as well. Might also be wanting this pleasure. That you too have slumped against some wall in an abandoned room and started to touch yourself and beg your brother to go harder and faster. Would you do that. Would you forget about what is right and wrong and beg you own twin brother to fuck you until you cum? I think I could. I could easily, if I knew we wouldn’t get caught. But we can’t, so instead, I can only use this fake and believe in the urban myths about twins and their bonds.

Because I know it is wrong. I know for a fact that if you caught me like this, bouncing upon this sex toy, driving it harder and deeper into my own ass with your name on my lips, you would hate me. You would tell father and mother on me, and they would hate me too, for being so perverted, to want to be screwed my own twin brother. Disgusted not only in my strange homosexual urges, but my incestuous leanings. I don’t know if I could ever take that. To be hated by you, and to disappoint father like that. Yet, here I am, head thrown back, dildo moving in and out of me so deeply and so rapidly there is nothing but pleasure. One hand quickly caressing my hardened flesh, you image locked into my mind. You name upon my lips as I finally spill my passion all over myself and the mirror.

I slump against the glass, my reflection meeting me. Like we are meeting. I press a soft kiss against the glass, and the mirror me…you…the lips of the image and my own meet. I wish to could kiss you instead of messy glass. I wish for all the world to keep your lips against mine. To feel your tongue delve into my mouth and to playfully fight it off back into yours. But that will never be. All I can do it take the toy from out of me and clean everything and hide it again, so that no one knows. No one will ever know who sick I am. How much of a freak I am. To love my brother is a sin. To want to sleep with him is a sin. To want to feel his hard member thrusting into me again and again until we are both sated is a sin. He is Sin…My mirror. And now I must return to our shared room and pretend nothing ever happened. And question again whether the rumors about twins are true or not.