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The Bond Between Twins

Brookelle looked from the cards to her brother, the expression of confusion on her face getting worse and worse with each passing second. "Say what now?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "You know what? I think I'd actually rather you just strip me than be this confused over a simple card game," she mumbled out with a small, defeated laugh.
 
Smirking, he put a hand on her leg, "You sure? It's not that hard. I might be, but the game isn't" he laughs, "But I'll make it fair. For every piece you remove, I'll remove a piece."

Putting the deck back together, he sits it back in it's spot on the shelf below the coffee table and pulls his sister back into his lap. "No getting away unless I tell you to." he says, "If you're going to strip without the game, then prove it. So far you're more words than action, and at least I've tried to 'work for it', to see you naked."
 
"Ha! Just because you want it, doesn't mean you actually get it," she says while finding a comfortable position on his lap before turning her attention to the still playing movie. "Besides, we're missing out on all the good parts of the movie that I took the time to put in. And you know how tricky women can be when it comes to their words. Saying one thing then doing another," she told him while a small smirk crept across her face. Cuddling up to him as cutely as she possibly could, "And who said I was gonna try and get away?"
 
Shaking his head as he brings his attention back to the TV. "Maybe, but it doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying." he says quietly, his hand creeping underneath her skirt. "Guys can be just as tricky, but then you call us lying bastards. Hypocrits." he laughs, "And you won't, because I'm not going to let you go."
 
"But you know that I would never call you those. And we have harsh names that you guys call us when we are tricky. Bitches, sluts, whores. The list goes on," she retorted while still looking at the TV. "And even if I wanted to, how exactly would you stop me? My sweet brother forcing me to do something?" she asked with a sweet yet slightly hurt tone to her voice. Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she raises her eyebrow a bit. "You know I can feel that hand of yours?"
 
"Actually, that's just for when you're being mean." he says, "And I don't use them except as an actual description of someone who deserves it, like if they really are a slut or a whore, or are behaving like a bitch." Smiling to her, he moves his fingers a little higher, "It was the point." he says, "Why else would someone touch someone?"
 
Laughing a little, she shakes her head a bit. "So you're going to be a smart ass now?" she asks as she looks back at him, sliding down so her head can rest on the arm rest of the couch.
 
"It's not my fault it followed me to school," he says with a laugh, and then rests his other hand on her stomach, the one on her thigh creeping up higher still, "Anyway, the movie is pretty much over. Want to watch a different one? I reckon this time we put on a less supposed-to-be-scary one and a more... entertaining adult one."
 
"Mmmm but that means that one of us has to get up and put in the new movie. I'm kinda comfy," she said with a small pout before she thought about it a little more and an idea popped in her head. "I'll do it, but you have to let me up to do so, can you do that?" she asked mockingly.
 
Laughing, he nodded, "It is a dilemma, isn't it?" he asks, squeezing her thigh. "If you promise to return to this position, I guess I cold let you go do that." Moving his hands from her stomach and thigh, he lets her stand, "But don't take too long, or I might be forced to leash you."
 
Once she was on her own two feet again she smoothed out her skirt and gave him a soft smile. She walked around toward the drawer before dashing down the hall and into the nearest bedroom, giggling the whole way there. "I don't think so," she said mainly to herself. "This is much more comfortable," she continued to talk to herself mainly while crawling onto the bed and spreading out, laying on her back.
 
Watching her as she walked, and then ran down the hall, he started laughing and got up to chase her into the room. "You know," he says as he looks into the room, "There's only one thing wrong with this. You're still dressed. How about you fix that problem and give me a nice look at you."
 
"Obviously I'm not going to just give you what you ask of me, so why do you keep asking for it?" she asked him as she sat up on her elbows and tilted her head to the side. The bed was decently big and very comfortable. "You know all too well that I am not the type of girl who likes making things easy for anyone."
 
Laughing, he locks the door to the room and moves over to the bed, "Scared that I won't keep up my end and remove a piece for each piece you take off?" he asks, and pulls his shirt off, dropping it onto the floor. "Your turn, or am I just going to have to come take them all off you by force, maybe even just rip them from you?"

Getting onto the bed, he reached over towards her, leaning in close enough to get hold of her shirt, "Come now Brook, there's easy and then there's stubborn." he chuckles, "I just want a little look."
 
"Awww now that's not fair. You took away my only exit," she said with a little pout before smiling a bit as she watched him drop his shirt. "You're really dead set on this, aren't you?" she asked with a small giggle. Slowly she sat up more and lifted her arms above her head. "You will do no such thing of any sort of ripping but....Well...if you insist," she teased. "Have your little look then."
 
Laaughing a bit, he quickly moved his arms around her and undid the little hooks of her bra and pulled it away, "I had no fabric on my upper body, so you don't." he says with a smirk, "And besides, I couldn't see them with the bra in the way." he explains, leaning down slowly and kissing her, his hands moving to her chest and slowly, gently squeezing them. "They feel wonderful, Brook." he murmers with his forehead rested against hers.
 
Blushing and closing her eyes, she lightly bit her lower lip. "Well what did you think they would feel like? Hard and lumpy?" she asked sarcastically. She couldn't help but to be a bit of a smart ass right now due to embarrassment. It had been a while since a man had touched her in anyway, and the fact that it was her own twin doing it certainly didn't help. She let out a small sigh and looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, didn't mean to snap. Just....not the situation I was expecting when I moved in here," she explained herself.
 
Nodding gently, he just smiled reassuringly to her, "It's fine, it just shows you're still you." he says before kissing her again, holding his lips to hers. Slowly though, a hand crept down her front to her thighs, brushing along the soft skin and under the edge of her skirt. "Would you... Like to show more? I'll go first again if you want."
 
Lightly draping one are over his shoulder, she gently kissed him back. As she pulled away, she let herself fall back on the bed while laughing a bit. "This is so wrong on so many levels," she said between giggles. With one hand she tugged the zipper on the side of her skirt down and shimmied out of it, tossing it on the ground before turning to lay on her stomach.
 
Laughing a bit at her words, he just stood and pulled his pants down, the erection blatantly obvious as it pushed his boxers out, "Come on, just a little more fabric to get out of the way." he teases, laying down on the bed before grabbing her and rolling over onto his back, holding her back against his chest. "Caught you, and now I'm gonna finish it." he says, an arm looping over her as his other moves down and grabs her panties, tugging them down slightly.
 
She squirms a bit as he holds her to him, laughing as she struggled. "That's not fair! You're stronger than me!" she says while looking over her shoulder at him. Due to the squirming, she ends up pushing herself even more into him as well as sliding her panties farther down her legs. "Ha! You can't get the fully off of me in this position."
 
Grinning, he brings a knee up, managing to get it behnd her underwear. Pushing down, he gets them to her feet. "Says you," he laughs, his free hand moving to her now exposed nether region, lightly brushing across the tender lips, "Hmmm, it seems you've lost. What's my prize?"
 
"Tricky little..." she mumbles under her breath while looking at the wall in front of her, the small blush that was on her cheeks now bright red. "You think you get a prize? This isn't enough? Besides, wasn't it supposed to be just a little look?" she asked while bringing her arms to cross over her chest, covering them.
 
"Yeah, but I like my new version better..." he whispers as he kisses and the nibbles her neck, "Besides, you can even it out by taking my boxers off me and feeling me up." Giving her shoulder a more playful bite, he pressed his fingers closer against her mound, "Come on, I know you will like it, and I'm sure you can tell I want to. No one has to know if we do, it would be our secret fun."
 
"This was your intention all along wasn't it? It was never going to be just a 'little look'," she stated more than asked. "I think if I evened things out and felt you up that that would be more for your enjoyment at this point than my own. Maybe," she joked and gasped a little when he bit her neck more firmly. "If anyone found out that this much had happened we'd never hear the end of it. On top of that everyone would look at us like we're crazy. Then again, we probably are."
 
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