I walk down the hall of our mansion, passing the countless doors to bedrooms. Cobwebs seep out from below one. Slime. Vines. I would have to remind the kids to tidy up their rooms. Reaching the end of the hall, I push on the door to the bathroom - since it was open, that no doubt means it's empty. My hand is already reaching out for the towel when I register what I see.
Ahead of me, standing in the marble bath-tub, is my twin. She runs her hands through crimson hair, water sliding down her body. My eyes take in her sculpted, curved body, before I gather my wits and almost fall backwards out of the room, closing the door as quietly as possible. I stand, breathing heavily, but not knowing why. After a few seconds of this, I hurry back to my room, collapsing on the burgundy covers of my bed and crossing my hands behind my head. She was beautiful. Too beautiful to be normal. She's my sister. I can't think that way... Thinking about it more makes me feel myself straining against my black trousers, and I unbutton them, freeing myself. Over and over in my mind, I see Scarecrow rubbing her hands through her hair, her delicately shaped body, her tanned skin... I become more and more excited as my imagination runs rampant and I feel myself coming close to my climax, when the door swings open.
I jump and cover myself, quickly trying to button up my trousers. In the doorway stands Scarecrow. I feel a blush rise on my cheeks as I see her smile mischievously and come to the end of the bed.
"What's up?" she asks, winking. "Up to something?" I shake my head, unable to speak for shock.
"Maybe I can help you," she says innocently. She walks slowly towards me and kneels down in front of me, knowingly giving me a perfect view down the front of her shirt. I feel myself throb and I let out a small moan as she loosens my trousers again and slides them down my legs, revealing me. Her fingers delicately run over my... self, and I groan again, louder this time. I clasp her hand in mine.
"Scarecrow," I gasp. "We... we can't." She merely raises her eyebrows and slips off her shirt with one smooth motion. A small, stifled grunt escapes my lips and I lean back, propping myself against the pillows as she slides off her jeans and stretches next to me on the bed. Her hands slide up my waist and I allow her to undress me, slipping the shirt over my head and my trousers down.
"You're beautiful," I whisper in a husky voice. She smirks and I take off first her panties, then her bra, admiring her body. Shifting over, I hold myself above her, inches away from her soft skin. I hear her breathing heavily - she wants this as much as I do. Lowering myself, I groan and hear her whimper in pleasure as I enter her. Slowly, slowly, I pull back out and thrust in again. She pants, shivering with every movement. As I continue I speed up, keeping a fast but measured pace as we both escalate into a climax. She tightens around me with a moan of pure happiness, of carnal pleasure, and this sends me over the edge, matching her groans. Her back arches and I grip her body tightly, riding out my climax. When it finishes, a sigh of relief escapes me and I pull out, lying next to her for a few minutes while we catch our breath. After about five minutes, she rises to her knees and leans over me, one hand on either side of my chest.
"We aren't done yet," she purrs in my ear. I feel her hand close around me. "Anal."
DON'T JUDGE ME, DAMMIT.