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"Brandon, Goddammit!" If those exact words could have produced electricity, Brandon's twin sister Allison could have solved the energy crisis in a matter of weeks. Constantly, throughout the house, it was always "Brandon this" and "Brandon that..." Of course, if the young deer-boy hadn't always been so mischievous, his sister may have actually been able to control her temper once in a while. Right now, he had snuck over to the washer and thrown a bright red blanket in with all of her white clothing. The result? All of her socks, underwear, babydoll tops and more, drenched in her least favorite color in the world: pink. She hated pink, she loathed pink. If pink were represented by a single living creature, she would have it tied up in her basement just so she could torture it every morning before the day began. Pink was her arch-nemesis, it was the epitome of all air-headed girliness and Twilight bullshittery that she had come to loathe in the presence of her other girlfriends. And now, her twin brother was going to get it, and get it good. His laughter echoed throughout the house as she hunted him down, the sound of his chuckles only outdone by her yelling and cursing, using phrases their parents would have sent her to juvenile hall for uttering, had they not been off on their umpteenth honeymoon. "Brandon, I swear to fucking Christ I'm going to tear open your boycunt with the mouth of a shark and pour in a bag of epsom salt before I drill your body in half with a metal cactus covered in tetanus!!!" Something like that, minute after minute, had him laughing more and his enjoyment causing her to fume even harder. "Brandon **** ****** *** **** ***** *** ****!!!" (That one was censored for the sake of the readers...God knows it might even get this writer banned for saying such things.) "What are you gonna do about it, bitch?" laughed Brandon as he dashed into the living room, making a break for the front door. If he was lucky, he would make it halfway across town before... Too late. There she was, standing in front of the door with her arms crossed and her legs shoulder-width. "You can't hide from me, you little prick!" she said, her teeth gritting in hatred for the bane of her existence before her. "You'll wish you had been run over with a truck, because the hell you'll be burning in after you die is KID SHIT compared to the one I've prepared for you!" "Talk, talk, talk," said Brandon as he waved her off, examining his nails. "You know, if I wanted to stand here and listen to you bitch, I'd-" Before he could finish his sentence, she lunged at him, catching him by the ankle before he could get away. "Aha!" she shouted pulling him toward her and beating him with her fists. "Thought you could get away, huh? Who's the bitch now?" Brandon cowered as her blows laid into him, his coy attitude replaced with a defensive whimper. "Wait...please, sis, stop!" She landed one final blow on his side before standing above him, brushing the black hair out of her bright green eyes before walking off to the stairs. "If you don't want me punishing you, don't turn my clothes pink! It's as simple as that...Jesus!" Her door slammed as Brandon laid on the floor, catching his breath and recovering from the fresh bruises.

Hours later, she was sitting at the table in the kitchen, twisting spaghetti with her fork as her brother lay prostrate on the couch in the living room. They hadn't spoken since the fight, so they had gone off into their separate corners to take upon their own activities. She washed down the spaghetti sauce with ice-cold water, turning through her novel as she glanced up at her sulking brother. She smirked to herself before taking another bite. "You gonna lie there and mope all night like a baby?" "Shut up," said Brandon, wincing as he held his side. "Well, it's your fault for being a dumbass again!" Another gulp of water, her legs crossed as she turned the page. Yet more silence as they neglected to cross looks. What was it this time? He had always brushed her attacks off as easily as her insults, but today something was different. She sighed before closing the book and sauntering into the living room to plop down on his butt, slapping his back with her hand. "What's wrong with you, anyway?" Brandon wiped tears from his eyes as he turned away from her, burying his face in the couch. "Nothing...go away." She noticed the tears, and let out an exasperated sigh, turning to the heavens in a "Why me God why me?" pose before sliding her hands up to his shoulders, massaging the muscle to help loosen him up. That was always the trick in getting him to talk to her. "So what went wrong at school today?" "Nothing," sniffed Brandon as he breathed into the pillow, sighing as the tuft of blonde hair blew out of his eyes, brushing against his juvenile antlers. "It's got nothing to do with anything." "Come on," she said, straddling his rump before moving her hands down to work his stiff lower back. "Your mind's always on something, you can't lie to someone you've been living with all your life." Still no response. She sighed before standing and walking back off toward the kitchen. "Well, if you wanna be that way, be that way-" "I got called a fag today," he said, sitting up as the tears dried on his face. "What?" she said with a chuckle as she turned back toward him. "I always call you that, why the hell do you even-" "It wasn't like 'joking' or anything," he said with a sigh. "Well it was, but the joke was on me. Jed Turner and his stupid gang of dipshit thugs..." "Oh, not those assholes again!" she said, sitting down beside him and placing a hand on his back. Brandon liked to act tough, but when it all came down to it, he could really be a little weakling sometimes. "Brandon, FUCK what they think, seriously." "It's cause they caught me looking at Greg's ass in the locker room," he admitted, hiding his face with his hands. "They found out I have a crush on him, so when I left the room, Jed swatted my ass with a towel and called me a fag. Then the other guys started laughing...all of them at once, even the ones who were nice to me in class before. Everyone...it was all of them at once. I was alone...and they all thought it was funny." His voice quivered when he talked, his palms hiding most of his face as his breathing wavered. Allison's hand spidered up and down his back as she leaned against him, sharing her sympathy for him while placing a hand on his knee. "Does everyone know that you like boys now?" she asked. "They will tomorrow," he said, shaking his head. "Why didn't you bring this up earlier, instead of fucking up all my laundry?" Brandon chuckled between tears and turned to her. "I didn't know how to tell it to you. I thought you might just ignore me, or tell me I needed to toughen up or something." "Come on, silly," she said, giving him a playful shove. "The only time I tell you to toughen up is when I'M beating your ass." Brandon turned his gaze in front of him, staring off into space. "I'm going to lose all my friends, I just know it, and Greg is going to keep dating his girlfriend and now he's never going to talk to me because of what happened today." He pressed his palm against his forehead with a deep sigh. "I'm just so stupid..." "It's not going to be like that," she reassured him. "Because if anyone makes fun of you for being gay, I'll tie them to a tetherball pole and make them eat each other's innards." "I'm not gay," said Brandon defensively. "I'm bi, remember? I thought I told you that." "Right," she said sarcastically, turning away. "You're bi, even though you never get any pussy..." "Gimme a break," said Brandon with a sigh. "One more thing weighing on my mind, thanks for the reminder." Allison smirked as she slapped a hand across his shoulder. "Well, it's your own damn fault for not being the instigator! Girls like it when a guy can show his confidence." "I AM confident!" said Brandon defensively, folding his arms. "That's bullshit, I'm so confident I could take over the world!" "Aaand you're lying on the couch, crying to your sister, who gives you backrubs." She patted him on the head, pressing her forehead against his. "I know how you work, bub. Like I said, no secrets from me. I even know what kind of porn you jack off to...that's how I found out you were bi, remember?" Brandon's ears folded back at the mention of the incident, and he sighed before burying his head in the pillows again. "You just have to constantly remind me about that, don't you?" "Well, I think it's funny!" she said. "Besides, if your dumb ass would have even figured out how to delete internet history..." "Whatever," he said from the pillows, still hiding from her. "You're lucky you get away with reading porn in your books." "It is not porn!" she scoffed as she folded her arms, looking away and brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "It's erotica, and it's a fine literary art that expresses the deep emotional and physical connections between characters in an engaging storyline that just happens to include lots and lots of perverse, kinky sex." Brandon turned back to her and got in her face teasingly. "It's porn, and you know it!" She shrugged and stood, walking off to the stairs. "Whatever, kiddo. You keep looking at your pictures like a weird creep...I'm going to go enjoy myself to some decent erotic literature." Brandon shook his head as he fell back down onto the couch, raising his hands in the direction of the ceiling. "Please, tell the whole world every time!"

It was only minutes later that Brandon sat in his room, jerking his rod to the latest video on his favorite pornsite. It was an ox and a bunny, getting it on in a locker room setting. The large bovine's powerful cock was buried deep in the lithe lapine's ass, the boy's smaller cock flexing weakly as the thick meat split him open. They were kissing passionately, the ox holding the bunny boy down by his wrists on the bench, their sweaty uniforms strewn all over the floor as they partook in mad male-to-male lust. He loved this site so much more than others. Everything else was so bland and emotionless, but these characters...they were so ENVELOPED in each other. There was more than just fucking and sex going on, it was pure unadulterated passion they shared for each other...either that, or they were just really good actors. But watching that powerful bovine's hands travel over the bunny's slender hips...it made him think of Greg, his large bull friend, reaching around and stroking his deercock as he bounced up and down on his classmate's thick rod. As he imagined him and Greg getting busy in the locker room, the door behind him creaked open further, and without knowing it, his sister had crept in. His weak moans had apparently been loud enough to reach her while she was in her room doing virtually the same thing, and she couldn't help but sneak up on him like this. Brandon began rocking back and forth as he stroked his cock to the video, stuffing the corner of his undershorts up into his butthole with his finger and forcing it in and out slowly as he bobbed up and down, the imagery of Greg biting his neck and holding him with his thick strong arms rampant in his mind. "Mmmnnnhh Gregg..." As he was about to climax, his sister's hand reached around to grab his throbbing boner, and he was so startled he almost came right then and there. "Allison, what the fuck...!" "Quit yelping," said his twin sister as she slid around in front of him, wearing a shirt but no bottoms of any kind. She leaned in to lick curiously at the sensitive flesh of his length, looking up at him with her bright green eyes as she gripped his sex organ in her hand. "You know you've always wanted me to help you out." Brandon's mind was overcome with strange feelings as he backed up against the wall, shaking his head. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, this isn't right...I know you're a major perv and everything, but really?" She rolled her eyes as she crept in to stroke his rod, looking up at him with a teasing grin. "Look, buddy. In less than a year we both go off to college. You know what that means...plenty of sex for the both of us." She leaned down to lick up from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. "Before then, you're going to need some experience. And as it stands, I'm the only one that can help you out. Besides, you've had a really rough day, and you need some self-esteem, so despite that stupid shit you did to my laundry, I'm going to do you a favor. Now are you going to keep pushing me away because this is weird, or are you going to let me help you out?" Brandon covered his face and shook his head. "This can't be happening, this isn't happening...is there brother sister porn in those books of yours? Because I never would have imagined-" His talking ceased completely as his mouth gaped open, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his twin's warm wet maw enclosed completely around the length of his shaft. Allison smiled to herself at the wonders it was working, sliding her face up and down to stimulate his throbbing erection. The porn continued on the computer as she teased his cocklength with her tongue, her saliva dripping down to his balls and onto the sheets underneath his legs. "See?" she said as she kissed the length delicately, stroking his sac as she ran her lips up and down his flare. "I knew you would like it." "What, have you been...practicing on somebody else?" said Brandon teasingly, sitting back against the wall as he spread his legs for her. She rolled her eyes as she licked up to the tip, smacking her lips off it as she stroked it with her long, slender fingers. "Only on my boyfriend. What, are you afraid you're gonna get his boy-cooties?" Brandon blushed as he looked away, her mouth wrapping around his dick again as she took it to the back of her throat. He lifted his legs and gasped, looking over at the gay porn on his computer as his sister deepthroated him. "N...no, it's just..." "Stop talking," she said as she kissed down the length to his balls. "And just go with it." A hot breath escaped her lips as she took one of the orbs in her maw, her hand stroking him off as she looked up into his eyes. She slowly slid his underwear off his legs, diving in to stick her muzzle against his tight sphincter. "Mmmnn I bet you'll like this even more," she gushed as she gave his pucker a wet kiss, spreading his cheeks apart as she flicked her tongue inside. Brandon's moans increased in volume as he lifted his ass, letting her do all the work. "Oooohhh sis! You...you don't have to do that..." She looked up at him as she continued eating him out, sticking a finger inside and working it with her tongue. "Shut up, Brandon. Like I said, I've looked at your porn...I know you've always wanted someone to eat out your boy-pussy." She kissed it again as she worked the finger inside of him, eliciting high-pitched moans from him as he did his best to keep from making girly noises. "You know what? I've got an idea," she said, stopping, taking him by the hand and leading him across the hallway to her room. "Sis, what are we doing? I mean, shouldn't we be thinking about this...?" "That's not a question for me, bucko," she said as she sifted through all of her underwear, finally producing a pair of white and blue panties, throwing them in his face. "Now, be a good little girl and put these on." Brandon became flustered as he threw the panties to the ground, his cock awkwardly catching them as they fell, the shaft still aching for attention. "Oh come on, this is embarrassing..." "God, do I have to help you change?" she said as she slid off his shirt, running a hand up his toned chest. "You're such a little baby sometimes." She pressed him up against the wall as she kissed him fiercely, forcing her tongue past his lips as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Allison began grinding her hips against his, her naked pussyfolds brushing up against the panties hanging from her brother's cock as she gasped into his mouth. Brandon resisted at first, but then willingly complied, his tongue curiously sliding around hers as they began kissing passionately. "Now," she said as she threw her yellow babydoll top at him. "Wear these, and then put those panties on like a good little bitch. You owe me this much for screwing with the rest of my clothes." Brandon gulped as he took the tight shirt and slid it over his torso, his face flushed as he grabbed the panties and slid them up his legs, his girly frame accentuated by his sister's clothing. She smiled as she pulled him onto the bed, pinning him underneath her as she straddled him. She began rubbing her bare pussy against his clothed erection, kissing his neck and running her fingers through his hair as she groaned erotically. She licked at his ear as she squeezed one of his pecs, dry-humping him as her juices began flowing between her legs. "I always wanted a little sister," she said into his ear as she reached under the panties to begin stroking his cock, her other hand reaching behind his butt to slide two fingers into his hole. Brandon gasped as his legs lifted, whining as she fingered and stroked him, doing his best to breathe in that situation. It was so strange having his sister do all that to him, and yet at the same time it felt amazing. She was right...this was just what he needed. "Are you gonna cum into my panties?" she cooed into his earlobe as she kissed the side of his face, her pussy soaked from hearing her brother's feminine moans. "Are you gonna cum all over my panties and shirt while I jack you off and finger your butt?" Her brother's back arched in pleasure as he neared his climax, his shaft throbbing as his hole closed around her fingers. "Ohh...my gooooddddd!!" he squealed, suddenly unloading spurts of cum all over the both of them. His hot white jets rocketed all over the yellow babydoll top and blue panties, as well as his sister's shirt and face. She smiled as she licked it off her lips, kissing him deeply as they pressed their messy bodies together, the cum sticking to her clothes as they made out. "Now you've got my clothes all dirty," she said seductively as she bit his neck, sucking on the fur as she pulled her messy hands out of his crotch, running her cum-covered fingers across his lips. He obediently suckled on them, running his tongue across the messy digits as he looked up into her eyes. She stood and ran to the closet, sitting him up and facing him toward the window. "Now we're gonna have a little more fun." She held up a large purple dildo, sliding it into her pussy and coating it with her juices before pulling it out and pressing the tip of the messy toy against the edge of her brother's ass. "Sis, what are you...Aaaaahhhnnn!~" Brandon gasped as he felt the lubed toy press into his anal cavity, stretching him open as his twin sister worked it in with her fingers. She moved in front of him and spread her legs, pressing him down onto the toy in a sitting position as she teased his cock with her wet pussylips. "Do you want some pussy?" she said, biting her lower lip as she grinned at him. "Do you want some pussy, you little bitch? Then BEG for it." Brandon didn't know what to think, all he knew was that his sister's toy in his ass was making him feel phenomenal, and in that moment all he could do was nod at her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she slid down onto him, her tight walls wrapping around his dick as she pressed it all the way inside. The boy gasped as he leaned back, the sensations flowing through him already edging him closer to another orgasm. Allison kissed his neck and chin as she slid up and down, breathing hard and beginning to moan as her brother's dick slipped in and out of her cooter. She moaned loudly into his ear as she slid up and down, each time causing her toy to slip further into her brother's ass. Brandon gasped as pre squirted out into her, their fluids mixing as he began sliding up and down on the toy himself, groping her bare ass and pressing her down on his cock. "Oh sis...!~" She kissed his cheek before looking him in the eyes, bouncing up and down as she felt him control her movements. "Now moan like a girl for me...make all those girly noises you're afraid to make, so I can hear how much of a perverted little slut you are while you fuck your sister's pussy!" Brandon's blush never left his face as he obeyed, beginning to elicit a series of soft, high-pitched whines. "Mmmmnnnhhh! Aaahhh...~" He bounced up and down on the fake cock, slamming his sister down on his rod as he squealed. "Oh sis...oh sis, I'm gonna, I'm gonna...!" His jaw opened as his eyes widened, bursts of his seed shooting deep into her cunt as she came along with him. The two fucked there on the bed, moaning and writhing as they both came hard, Allison's juices squirting all over her brother's cock as it filled her deeply with his warm seed. She sucked on his bottom lip as they made out, his hand groping one of her tits as they moved back and forth. Finally, they collapsed onto her bed in a mess, still kissing as their juices coated the sheets. Brandon gasped as his anus flexed around the large toy, his sister groping his ass cheek as she nuzzled him, leaning into his neck. "Now, Brandon, remember this. No matter what those boys say at school, only I get to call you a fag."