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Jordan and Jason had always been close. Being twins it was hard not to be. Their mother was fond of saying that even in the womb they had held hands. She would sometimes pull out the ultrasound and true enough, if you looked too small hands were intertwined, head bowed together. Jace had been born five minutes prior to JJ and she liked to teasingly call him big brother. Growing up they were inseparable. As toddlers when they had moved from their cribs to small beds, they often found their way into one anothers. It had been cute at first in their parents eyes, though as they grew they were given separate rooms, in the hopes the activity would stop and for a time, it did. However, when their parent divorced at the age of ten, it wasn't uncommon for one to sneak into the others room and curl up, an alarm set so they could sneak back to their own room before their mother work. There were other oddities between the two that while they had been young had been cute, started to raise brows as they entered puberty. Jace laying his head on JJ's chest or in her lap. JJ kissing Jace on the corner of his mouth repeatedly. Both also seemed to have very little concerns as far as boundaries when it came to one another.
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JJ sighed and tossed onto her side, glaring at the soft glowing blue letters. Two am and sleep had yet to come. Staring at the ceiling she gave a soft growl of frustration. She had an early gymnastics tournament and if she couldn't sleep she was going to fall flat on her face. Sitting up, one slender hand pushed back the heavy fall of pink hair, she was still surprised their mother had let her dye it. Standing, JJ lifted her arms above her head and stretched before her mirror. She watched as her breasts lifted under her night shirt. It was because of those and her growing ass that she likely wouldn't be able to compete much longer. She was already taping her breasts for competitions. Maybe she could find a new activity that didn't require a svelte form... Shaking her head, her long hair swayed with the motion.
Looking towards her door she bit her lower lip. Jace would likely be asleep by now.. She knew he wouldn't mind her crawling into bed with him. He never did.. It would help her sleep. Jace was her security blanket. The sound of his breathing, the comforting scent of him.. it was always soothing. As was when he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling softly. Smiling softly she made up her mind. Opening her door, she slipped into the hallway. Her mind slipped back to her performance in the morning, going over her routine. It was likely why she didn't hear them. The soft little pants and moans. The sound of skin on skin.
Carefully opening the door, trying to avoid waking him. What greeted her however made her stop in her tracks. Jace, the strong muscles of his arms holding him above Becky. She knew they had been close, but JJ didn't think Jace was at the point of fucking Becky. They told each other everything.. But this was something he had kept to himself. It was morbid fascination that kept her watching him even as it felt like something inside her was breaking. It felt like her hear was shattering and a cold sensation was forming in the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand why this bothered her, but it did. She should go.. leave him to his whore. She had always liked Becky well enough, the thought came unbidden. Backing up some, she stopped dead in her tracks when Jace looked up at her. Frozen she couldn't help but stare back at him, her hand on the doorknob.
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JJ sighed and tossed onto her side, glaring at the soft glowing blue letters. Two am and sleep had yet to come. Staring at the ceiling she gave a soft growl of frustration. She had an early gymnastics tournament and if she couldn't sleep she was going to fall flat on her face. Sitting up, one slender hand pushed back the heavy fall of pink hair, she was still surprised their mother had let her dye it. Standing, JJ lifted her arms above her head and stretched before her mirror. She watched as her breasts lifted under her night shirt. It was because of those and her growing ass that she likely wouldn't be able to compete much longer. She was already taping her breasts for competitions. Maybe she could find a new activity that didn't require a svelte form... Shaking her head, her long hair swayed with the motion.
Looking towards her door she bit her lower lip. Jace would likely be asleep by now.. She knew he wouldn't mind her crawling into bed with him. He never did.. It would help her sleep. Jace was her security blanket. The sound of his breathing, the comforting scent of him.. it was always soothing. As was when he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling softly. Smiling softly she made up her mind. Opening her door, she slipped into the hallway. Her mind slipped back to her performance in the morning, going over her routine. It was likely why she didn't hear them. The soft little pants and moans. The sound of skin on skin.
Carefully opening the door, trying to avoid waking him. What greeted her however made her stop in her tracks. Jace, the strong muscles of his arms holding him above Becky. She knew they had been close, but JJ didn't think Jace was at the point of fucking Becky. They told each other everything.. But this was something he had kept to himself. It was morbid fascination that kept her watching him even as it felt like something inside her was breaking. It felt like her hear was shattering and a cold sensation was forming in the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand why this bothered her, but it did. She should go.. leave him to his whore. She had always liked Becky well enough, the thought came unbidden. Backing up some, she stopped dead in her tracks when Jace looked up at her. Frozen she couldn't help but stare back at him, her hand on the doorknob.